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The Veranda.

"The cool breeze blended with the sweet aroma from the teapot in this late summer dusky pink sky. Amma reached out for the radio tunes, reminiscing her tea dates with Appa on the same veranda. She sipped in from the cup, bringing her the bittersweet realisation that they will not feel the taste of love and laughter again.

 Happy and calm thoughts came crawling back though her veins as the melodious old songs playing on the radio, gave her one more chance to re-create Appa's written songs on her sitar. The dusk felt beautiful over the wooden light lamp, when she was lost in her favorite instrument. And then, her tear drops were no more mixed with pain and agony of losing her beloved. The simple touch of her sitar strings constructed a new journey for their undying love. Amma found solace while playing and Appa gained his smile back in heaven. 

Maybe, just maybe.. this is how we build love out of ourselves for someone lost in the galaxy. It was all about time, when the world out there craved for their love, that one eternal bond which was unveiled from the 90s and stepping out in the era of online dating apps. Coming back, in the fragmented 20s, the feeling and touch of our dear love gives out numb chills in the frozen dim night. The veranda, which was once filled with the desire to live, is now painted as a grey balcony. The heart weeps instead of rejoicing, the teapot is now home to the tea bags. 

I prefer to live in Amma's story, where life is peaceful on the veranda, even if her companion is no more. She has her sitar and I have all the time of my life to live in their love story, along with my brewing thoughts." 


N.N 








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