Last Updated on October 11, 2021 by Sangita Ekka
Originally posted on Blogger on Nov 22, 2015
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Down the lane, there is a house; small; but big enough for two people in their late sixties. Decayed in love of their children, they hold hands to see each other. The streetlight colors their porch; ochre in sepia. Perhaps the perfect colour that fades like the roses they found in each other’s diaries.
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