On every wrist, Time on a strap. Movements of people, Constrained by time’s leash. Time was the master, Commanding and holding sway, Doling out favours To those who obeyed. So it was a partnership. Between time and society’s famous, rich. A few however strode a different path. Slipping out of time’s vice-like grip. These handful few; A life of struggle, maybe, they lived. Peace however was their confidant. Loading their sleep with dreams.
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Beautifully conceptualized. Awesome write Goutam 😊💖💖🙏
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Thank you so much Dada. Your words of praise mean a lot to me. 🙂
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Good take Goutam. Good to see you back
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Thank you Sadje. Have not been keeping well and hence have not been able to concentrate on my writing. Trying to pick up once again.
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Aww, I hope you feel better soon my friend
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Thank you for your wishes Dear Sadje. Its a badly herniated disc causing problems in my right leg and making it very difficult to walk. With age recovery takes time…hoping things will improve with physiotherapy and with time.
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Yes, PT will help. Just be very careful. All the best healing thoughts for you
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Sending prayers.
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Thank you so much for your prayers. 🙏🏻
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Deep and profound writing Goutam. Great to see your work again
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Thank you so much Dear Suzette. 😊 🙏🏻
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A pleasure Goutam!
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Such bittersweetness with perfection delivered deep and heart-wrenching. 💞
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Thank you so much. So glad to know that you liked this piece. 🙂
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