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Stepping out of your bed – the bed chocked with teddies and dolls and lions and and mute souls and 3 pillows filled with blue stars and red moons – out of your child-world you are stepping toe by toe. Standing in the coconut tree style - straight and vigorous, dazed and dumb -next to the bed with your two feet on the floor, your black eyeballs can’t help turning back and scanning your hole. You are in a split mind. What to bring to your new journey and what not. Every single object that the black lightening balls touch opens up a story, an image, a sound reminding you of places, faces and graces of yesterday’s life. To you they are all sacred. Even more sacred is the different feelings and love that you have for them. Pressing your feet on the floor, the black balls of fire scanned around one more time, packing up all that they grasp into a 3D unlimited invisible box. The sacred box of precious childhood was neatly packed and placed confidentially somewhere in your mind. So well organized, you feel your feet strong and steady on the floor. It is time to let them move.
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jst appreciation mandira rana | Sep 11th, 2008
tht ws some heartwarming writeup....thanks for putting it online....prayers to you!
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