At the fag end of the day today I am
unexpectedly reminiscent of those troubled eyes trying to look away from the
looming, the weak gait, the trembling fingers which fidget with something that
could make or break, the garbed bodice trying to hide the object, the non-solidarity
in the otherwise mature and highly confident voice, the desire to blurt out
what’s burning inside.
And
finally when the journey is over, it looks like a moment that has removed the
albatross off the neck. The outcome unsure but satisfaction of giving your
best- ample. The glow when the monkey has gone to other’s back…..
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