Fondness

There are times when the images of the silver screen on our phones entangle with its soft melodies and create a charm of affection for people in our hearts, making us scurry to look for resembling memories in our hearts with these loved ones. Haphazard haste follows in our being to look for those moments of warm fondness before the next scene occurs in few seconds and the moment is lost in the time lapse. If we fine none, we fall back on our resemblelance of the emotion potrayed. One may recall their micheivous grin or an innocent smile, the way the innocently sleep like a babe or may be just the way they made us feel better merely by their standing presence, giving us strengtht during our hardships. In an emotional wave we may call them up, missing them, missing what we recall of them. If they can receive the call, two things may happen - either they pick up or we realise jarringly, our succour is in our palms.

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