Yes, You!
Walking the silent winding alley of thoughts
One day, I found you
I should have known
The mirror lies
Letters
I miss the days of the Letter The ones I'd get from my grandfather Once a month I'd gleam with cheer I'd run around re-tracing the words written I'd tuck those words inside my memory The sound of the postman's bells The Jingle of the envelopes creaks The joy of finding one that had my name The waft of air and shaped wax The touch of dried ink and postage stamps In the days of instant chats and blue ticks I was happy to be remembered even every few weeks I miss the days of The Letter When I would carefully think of what to tell him Maybe I should omit that I got my ankle twisted I weighed my words I thought of the him before writing My words were aimed at sending love My words were hoped for bringing joy In the times of Instant chats and video calls I would cherish the photograph sent I'd remember the way the sunrays fell on the ground The way my cousin winked an eye at the camera The way my grandmother looks almost shy I miss the days of the Letter I wonder ho...
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