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Dry Lea f- 1!

Dry Lea f- 1!

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Tap-tap-tap….!!

An old man was trying to remember his wife as he started walking clumsily with the help of his walking-stick. His memories were getting as cloudy as his eyes these days. The flow of time had brought wrinkles on his face, destroying it with careful patience. Now, the chapters of his life were written there to read; strength and weaknesses of his character, evolution of those with other characters and memories of lost loves shaded with sadness because he was alone in the world now.

He had done nothing so important in a lifetime to have a wonderful life…instead it was just a mediocre… and he was proud of that. even though, he appeared sluggard and spiritless to the people who rushed past him in the street of life, for which his soul was weary occasionally but the desire to live still flared as bright as a twinkling star-flame. Because he was a product of his mother’s quote: “You are a precious gift for me…! ” -she was telling him daily. Why would not she say so…! Being an only child of a widowed mother, she was the only one priceless wealth for her….

That was a long time ago. But, now his neighbours weren’t sure if he was as old as the village over the hill or older than the hill over the village. He had outlived everyone who could say this...!.

Traccccccc...!!!

His flat and swollen fingers found it difficult to hold the stick tight, due to cold. Sat down on the near armchair, while crawling across the wall... his thoughts drifted more and more to his wife lately.


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