In the pockets of old denim, in the edges of monthly calendar, in the corner hugging the bedposts, in the seashells from favourite beach, in the dry roses preserved in metal box, in the letters hidden in almirahs, in the blurred pictures, in the highlighted lines of go-to author’s book, in the chocolate wrappers in wallet, in between the dilemmas and dreams,
Surviving.
Frameofsoul 
This is just wow Hema!❤
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Thank you! ❤️
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OMG! The concluding word Hema, hits hard. In brevity of words, you have conveyed so much ❤️
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Thank you so much, ma’am ❤️
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So poignant Hemalatha
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Thank you so much!
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My pleasure
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Oh so lovely….. Loved the end very much. 👌👌 Beautifully penned dear sissy. ❤️❤️
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Thank you so much, Sissy ❤️
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*chocolate wrappers in wallet* 😮❤️
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Yes!
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True Dear Hemalatha
All We Touch in
Life Becomes
Our Soul
Deeper
To See Out
Of Indeed to
Bluer Skies
Above Our
Ocean Floors..:)
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How beautifully you summarised ❤️
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Always
my Pleasure☺️❤️
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this was lovely!! loved the end to the core
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Thank you so much for reading!
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Surviving. Wish I could Live. Nice one Hema ✨
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Thank you so much!
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Wow, this hit hard. 🤩😂
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Thank you so much!
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😭*
Oop- typo
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Hahahh it happens 🤭
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Wonderful Hemalatha.
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Thank you, ma’am!
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Beautiful creation… The end is superb.. well penned.
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Thank you so much, Sir.
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Lovely poem, ma’am!😍
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