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I can not forget my childhood because of the fantastic magical places I visited at that time. Sitting at the window sill of my shabby little room, I would see the moon's reflection in tidal waves, I would play with white sand and run along the beach. I would sneak in to the private rooms when couples have slept carelessly, I would inhale the nightly fragrance of secret clubs and see curvy shapes through sharp red and yellow lights. I had tasted all kinds of lives. Imagination was a thing then...the Soul ... . And so it happens sometimes, Soul dies before the body.
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ReplyDeleteNice memoir somyaa, I too had a habit of sitting alone and gazing the stars and wondering what's the science behind them.
ReplyDelete:) thank you Sangam
ReplyDeleteI am not surprised at it :)