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[priwritesss]

Stories stories stories….

You listen to stories from your grandmother, grandfather, and some from your parents.

You hear them some might be true while some aren’t. But we try to seek answers from what we hear. But that wasn’t in my case. I used to sleep off before listening to the whole story of what they are being said. It sounds lame right but it is what it is.

This had evolved in my mind when I went out to take some air and suddenly I was looking an old-age woman is standing and staring at the trees. Her smile was so cute as the

Weather solely about to hug her. Don’t know why but that wore a smile on my face.

Sometimes somethings

Some people could make

You smile whether nonetheless

For any reason.

Nowadays these sunsets remind me of my childhood sitting beside my grandparents

Having talks with my grandma the whole night almost by 3 pm ;

Sometimes my little hands were held gent;y in hands of grandma

Used to play “aashta chama” with my grandma

And that was so beautiful

Literally, those times were massively exhilarating ones.

Undoubtedly, those were the best moments of my realistic growth in disguise;

My thoughts were getting deepened and my experiences were getting broadened

at the verge of ease. Nostalgia is always beautiful and exhilarating.

Along with these exceptionally soothing experiences, my life was going on smoothly along with the traits I used to emulate through their conscious talks based on their long-term experiences.

Whenever I used to visit my grandpa’s house

He used to bring my favorite sweets and

I used to have it hiding from everyone ;

That’s how my childhood was beautiful.

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[inkedbyphlegmatic]

“Can I borrow a pen?’ It all started with this simple question, and following each day, I wanted to know you a little more. There was some spark in your eyes and I wanted to explore the galaxy through them, with you.

Unfortunately this sort of small talks weren’t enough.We were so in our way, with different mindsets but somewhere we knew there was some connection, we failed to understand.

There are people in all our lives, who’ll annoy you a bit extra just to make you feel,that they hold a special place in the heart! . . There has been a lot of ups and downs, but what’s the fun behind a simple journey? Indeed school days were amazing, the way we waited for each other in the hallway! And now we all are grown ups but that doesn’t mean our bond got fragile. Even now we’re lucky enough to witness each others’ growth as humans! Imagine we are in our old days, sitting in the same cafe & smiling at our stupidity. Remembering how fights used to take place over petty issues and a milk chocolate used to join the gaps. That’s a ‘awww, how cute’; coming your way!

There’s a saying that, you trace what you want but you get attracted to what you need. That unexpected attraction and untimely entry of some person give a different meaning to your journey.

And that’s when we all realize; “𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪, 𝘬𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘲𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘣 𝘬𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘰 𝘫𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪”.

𝘒𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘨, who knocks the door of our heart and become a permanent resident, refuses to leave and have our back; always. No matter how far they are physically, they just remain a phone call away; always. . Amidst the chaos of life, they stand still with us and become the only person we ever wanted to stay back. .. https://www.instagram.com/p/CSAL06OhsnJ/?utm_medium=tumblr