Neha Nayal
One day while dusting,
I found someone interesting.
A NOTEBOOK, wrapped with a cover and a name sticker above…
Though was normal like every other,
But different, because was, feeling of my mother..
Beam on my face,
With every turning page.
Each page I turned, a feeling grew,
A gentle touch only my spirit knew.
And with it all, I was laughing softly over my silly childhood spelling mistakes
And realised that memories never fade.
My mother’s feeling touched my core…
Her emotions so pure, so deep !!
They touched my soul & made my heart weep !!
#And that notebook was my childhood school notebook(1st standard) that my mother kept on her decrepit purse