I remember the silver cascade of her hair. The soft touch of her wrinkled hands. The most treasured bed time stories I’ve cuddled with. She was the panacea to my every ache. Today, as my feet touched the floor; that familiar whiff embraced me all over again. The winter morning had brought back the reminiscence of my childhood spent with her. Pristine. Phenomenal. Kaleidoscopic. Softer than a blob of butter. A hug from her was way sweeter than any sweet.
This new year, why not resolute to be more physically present with our loved ones with the hope to be evoked someday. May be, after long time, on a cold winter morning.
Thought : Granny
Image : Tea
Memory : December 13, 2014
Sniper : My Camera
Spot : Indore Management Association (My office)
Place : Indore, Madhya Pradesh
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