Hi! Today I went to my grandparents' house. I'm still there! Their golu was bigger than everything! For the park they had kept all of my mother's old toys and prizes. My thatha got the cycle ready for tomorrow's Ayuda Pooja. Shripradhaa did nothing but swinged all day on the bamboo swing. And you know something, my thatha kept the same Tin Tin! Happy Navratri!!🙏🙏
Behind the clouds Is the hidden sky, so far, Behind the plasters, A nasty scar, Behind the curtains, Are bright windows But behind a mask - It is not for show. Not until you tumble into the trap, Stay trapped there, in disguised gloom Without realising it - And then go deeper and deeper To discover what really looms. Then realisation strikes - How they behaved, how they feigned The hidden meaning behind every wave You've found it. And the rage, You try to stifle it with much courage, But instead, burn down the page, And whoops - that leads you to your cage. But in the end, the mask is gone - To reveal an atrocity, so from it begone Don't explain, on its own will it dawn - Upon others, just the way it did on you - Ignore their every scorn. Just wait for their mask to be openly torn.
Superb Shriyandhaa 🎉🎉
ReplyDeleteI can feel your enjoyment in your grand parents house.you have given a message too that old toys of babies becomes a memorable park in Golu if you preserve it.Really a good write about.iam also happy that your little sister enjoyed swinging.
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Wow...wow..Shri ...you brought your Patti's house golu in front of our eyes...great...keep writing...
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