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Those days; a preface

      I wrote this poem long back in year 2009. What's the fuzz about '09 you ask? Well that was the year when certain big changes occurred in our lives. We moved in to a new house, a house which was beautifully made but in quiet silent a place. I had to change the school. The school which I always thought to be my family, I was not a member anymore. Friends became distant, new school had aliens in it. And Dada moved to college.
      With Dada moving, I was left all alone, in a big house with not many familiar faces around, in a school with adamant mates. I don't know whether it was the loneliness I experienced that one night or was missing him, I picked up the pen and started rhyming on a piece of a torn paper. Earlier, I never came to this pondering side of mine. Earlier whenever I experienced these fits of loneliness, I had this one companion with me, but now he too left me to rot alone.
       Now the cricket matches we played in the evenings were suspended permanently, the share in Maggi which I always fought for was sadly all mine, the pillow fights which turned brutal most of the times were all gone, the giggling and tickling, all gone. 

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  1. Anonymous17 September 2013 at 01:48

    Sometimes we nerve feel the loneliness of our dear ones until they are away from us..
    Nice Picture yours and your Bro

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    1. Sudhir Swarup17 September 2013 at 03:26

      @allresouceupdates indeed you are right... thanks.:)

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  2. Anonymous8 March 2014 at 11:03

    ...''only miss your lover , when you let her go''...

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