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In the Making
And reliving memories
My father was telling me a story,
‘When I was a little boy…’
And the joy of reminiscing the memory lit a delighted glow upon his face.
‘Why not leave those stories for us in your words!’
I asked.
A question that stirred a thought inside him.
A thought of leaving behind fragments of his past for the future,
on a roll of paper glued together,
In a monologue where his childhood giggles, the warmth of his parents' love, us, and countless treasured memories form together in marvellous handwritten tales of intricate details.
A notebook continuing a reflection of his heart is in the making.
Suntonu Bhadra 2024
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