NOSTALGIA

NOSTALGIA

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Grandma! with your wrinkled fingers

of thriving hands,

you knitted flamboyant cardigans for me,

filled it with all your endearment and blessings..

taught me crochet, though I messed it up

planted the seeds of

benevolence,devout,simplicity and self reliance

in me.

now,when they are matured

and the flowers have started to bloom

why are you not here to see your

little perennial flowers blooming?



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