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▪︎Hiding behind the Newspaper▪︎ ~A short story 《Captioned》 Hiding behind the Newspaper I've seen my dad flipping the grey pages of the newspaper vigorously. I've been seeing it for ten years or should I say ten long years. It feels like, he escapes the time through it. But as I'm blooming up and he's gradually withering, I am unable to resist my quest to know how he can read the same newspaper thrice a day, like a passivity. Deep down my heart I knew if he answers, it will be devastating. But with a hope, though false, I approached him. 'Dad! O

▪︎Hiding behind the Newspaper▪︎ ~A short story 《Captioned》 Hiding behind the Newspaper I've seen my dad flipping the grey pages of the newspaper vigorously. I've been seeing it for ten years or should I say ten long years. It feels like, he escapes the time through it. But as I'm blooming up and he's gradually withering, I am unable to resist my quest to know how he can read the same newspaper thrice a day, like a passivity. Deep down my heart I knew if he answers, it will be devastating. But with a hope, though false, I approached him. 'Dad! O

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It was raining and the ten year old I asked my dad questions about his own childhood. He answered them all but with choked throat and tearful eyes. Relish my innocence and his nostalgia~ 《Captioned》 It was raining and the ten year old I asked my dad questions about his own childhood. He answered them all but with choked throat and tearful eyes. Relish my innocence and his nostalgia~ ---- Dad, what were the activities you were involved in during your summer holidays when you were of my age? Well, girl those days are now covered by cobwebs in some corner of my brain but as far as I remember, I used to visit my village and stay there for the entire summer diving in the pond nearby, playing wi

It was raining and the ten year old I asked my dad questions about his own childhood. He answered them all but with choked throat and tearful eyes. Relish my innocence and his nostalgia~ 《Captioned》 It was raining and the ten year old I asked my dad questions about his own childhood. He answered them all but with choked throat and tearful eyes. Relish my innocence and his nostalgia~ ---- Dad, what were the activities you were involved in during your summer holidays when you were of my age? Well, girl those days are now covered by cobwebs in some corner of my brain but as far as I remember, I used to visit my village and stay there for the entire summer diving in the pond nearby, playing wi

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▪︎Rough Palms▪︎ How can I forget the pats of your palms Which lessen my pain and make me calm And how their strokes present me sleep When tired of insomnia, secretly I weep. How can I oversee their tensile brawn Lifting massive boxes from dusk till dawn And how at the supermarkets, every stuff Lay on your palms, quite rough and tough. How can I not think of them as shoe polish For, my life's a shoe and woes they abolish And how they dim your loud snores at night As they're pressed against your nose so tight. Your palms are rough still they are fragile Weighed with responsibilities all the while But, how flawlessly they shaped my future Piece by piece, my entire life they suture. Rough palms! #pqpopstar #pqpopstarpc2 #pennpopcorn #quotestitchers #versesofstella #swet_a #yqbaba

▪︎Rough Palms▪︎ How can I forget the pats of your palms Which lessen my pain and make me calm And how their strokes present me sleep When tired of insomnia, secretly I weep. How can I oversee their tensile brawn Lifting massive boxes from dusk till dawn And how at the supermarkets, every stuff Lay on your palms, quite rough and tough. How can I not think of them as shoe polish For, my life's a shoe and woes they abolish And how they dim your loud snores at night As they're pressed against your nose so tight. Your palms are rough still they are fragile Weighed with responsibilities all the while But, how flawlessly they shaped my future Piece by piece, my entire life they suture. Rough palms! #pqpopstar #pqpopstarpc2 #pennpopcorn #quotestitchers #versesofstella #swet_a #yqbaba

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▪︎ The Last Restaurant Bill ▪︎ I will be well pleased to capture that very day with my father's beaming eyes being the camera When I'll pull the beige wallet out of my pocket and mimic his gentle smile while paying the bill. So, with patience I waited for two long decades, gulping their mutton broth that was no way hot And relishing my father's strong acclimatisation for the broth, they made every Sunday evening. That evening, the faint sunlight seemed gleeful Beautifying everything it touches~ the spoons, the cutlery and even the immaculate tablecloths. And the air of the A.C comforting the ambience. That evening, I captured everything in his eyes, how his smile changed from gentle to nostalgic. And now, even after he is not allowed the broth I can still watch that day reeling in his deep eyes. The Last Restaurant Bill. #yqbaba #quotestitchers #pennpopcorn #pqpopstar #pqpopstarpc1 #versesofstella #food

▪︎ The Last Restaurant Bill ▪︎ I will be well pleased to capture that very day with my father's beaming eyes being the camera When I'll pull the beige wallet out of my pocket and mimic his gentle smile while paying the bill. So, with patience I waited for two long decades, gulping their mutton broth that was no way hot And relishing my father's strong acclimatisation for the broth, they made every Sunday evening. That evening, the faint sunlight seemed gleeful Beautifying everything it touches~ the spoons, the cutlery and even the immaculate tablecloths. And the air of the A.C comforting the ambience. That evening, I captured everything in his eyes, how his smile changed from gentle to nostalgic. And now, even after he is not allowed the broth I can still watch that day reeling in his deep eyes. The Last Restaurant Bill. #yqbaba #quotestitchers #pennpopcorn #pqpopstar #pqpopstarpc1 #versesofstella #food

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People say...an woman is reborn when she turns mother but in reality..a newborn father also takes his first step towards creating an world Those inexperienced hands... for first time hold his own blood that gives immense joy to soul and heart, as if he got an new arena The bundle of joy gives him new aspirations and His hands are swing, his shoulders are ride, his back is a cart and his lap is a bed he spends his legacy on his betterment...so that his child can be forever happy He hides his tears & pain,problems & struggles only to see his child's smiling face responsibility of his child's love ride over everything else his world revolves around his tiny one Whole life passes ...in settling his child even if when this father's hand become old and fragile... they're busy for betterment For him...his is always the little one whom he nourished and preserved His last breath also always showered his child with love and blessings. #pennpopcorn #pqpopstarqc1 #pqpopstar #quotestitchers #yqbaba #restzone #brainheartsoul

People say...an woman is reborn when she turns mother but in reality..a newborn father also takes his first step towards creating an world Those inexperienced hands... for first time hold his own blood that gives immense joy to soul and heart, as if he got an new arena The bundle of joy gives him new aspirations and His hands are swing, his shoulders are ride, his back is a cart and his lap is a bed he spends his legacy on his betterment...so that his child can be forever happy He hides his tears & pain,problems & struggles only to see his child's smiling face responsibility of his child's love ride over everything else his world revolves around his tiny one Whole life passes ...in settling his child even if when this father's hand become old and fragile... they're busy for betterment For him...his is always the little one whom he nourished and preserved His last breath also always showered his child with love and blessings. #pennpopcorn #pqpopstarqc1 #pqpopstar #quotestitchers #yqbaba #restzone #brainheartsoul

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Love: Has no limitations "In the caption" Me: Papa .., I have something to say. I hope you won't be annoyed with me. Papa:- No dear...I won't be. Open your heart without any hesitation. Me : Papa ...I am not normal like others. My choices and likes are different. Papa: I didn't get it, what are you saying, my child.

Love: Has no limitations "In the caption" Me: Papa .., I have something to say. I hope you won't be annoyed with me. Papa:- No dear...I won't be. Open your heart without any hesitation. Me : Papa ...I am not normal like others. My choices and likes are different. Papa: I didn't get it, what are you saying, my child.

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19 June, 2021. To my dearest son, //captioned. 19 June, 2021. My dear son, Tumhi toh ek ho jo mere ho, tumhare bina mai kuch nhi hu. You are the only one who belong to me. Without you I'm nothing. There are many questions coming in my mind, but I'm not going to ask you any of them. I will just speak that my heart wants. You are not my kin but you are. I don't think that kins are meant to be with blood. They are meant to be with love and respect. And you and I have that relation. You know I'm trying to make our relation the world's best r

19 June, 2021. To my dearest son, //captioned. 19 June, 2021. My dear son, Tumhi toh ek ho jo mere ho, tumhare bina mai kuch nhi hu. You are the only one who belong to me. Without you I'm nothing. There are many questions coming in my mind, but I'm not going to ask you any of them. I will just speak that my heart wants. You are not my kin but you are. I don't think that kins are meant to be with blood. They are meant to be with love and respect. And you and I have that relation. You know I'm trying to make our relation the world's best r

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//My fa(mo)ther at house's helm. (captioned) •My fa(mo)ther at house's helm• My father is a star. No, no. He's a superstar. No, no. He's a fa(mo)ther. Famother, why? The reason is elaborated downwards. Let's see how he manages a house as a mother being a father. It's nearly the time when the sun is taking its place over our head. He rubs his eyes and folds the bedsheets slowly like the snail. He moves to the war ground and starts the fumes of stove to win a tea for today and put the breads in the toaster. He moves to another room to pi

//My fa(mo)ther at house's helm. (captioned) •My fa(mo)ther at house's helm• My father is a star. No, no. He's a superstar. No, no. He's a fa(mo)ther. Famother, why? The reason is elaborated downwards. Let's see how he manages a house as a mother being a father. It's nearly the time when the sun is taking its place over our head. He rubs his eyes and folds the bedsheets slowly like the snail. He moves to the war ground and starts the fumes of stove to win a tea for today and put the breads in the toaster. He moves to another room to pi

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LGBTQ IS A UNIQUE VIBGYOR. //dialogue captioned. LGBTQ IS UNIQUE VIBGYOR. Character: 1. Rushmi(Rush) 2. Rush's father(Pup, pa) [Rush was sitting alone in the garden full of flowers. She was gawking the white clouds and the blue alluring sky(blue here means the color blue as well as sadness.) Her father came patting her back and started asking her.] Pup: What happened to my little princess? Why is she sitting here alone?

LGBTQ IS A UNIQUE VIBGYOR. //dialogue captioned. LGBTQ IS UNIQUE VIBGYOR. Character: 1. Rushmi(Rush) 2. Rush's father(Pup, pa) [Rush was sitting alone in the garden full of flowers. She was gawking the white clouds and the blue alluring sky(blue here means the color blue as well as sadness.) Her father came patting her back and started asking her.] Pup: What happened to my little princess? Why is she sitting here alone?

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Not suffice to be a father. //captioned. •Not suffice to be a father• My eyes are too small to hold up the tears in them and refrain them from damping my eyelashes. I've abandoned to care for them more than my lashes. As there's a leash called tie tied to my neck. My shoulders are not strong enough to raise

Not suffice to be a father. //captioned. •Not suffice to be a father• My eyes are too small to hold up the tears in them and refrain them from damping my eyelashes. I've abandoned to care for them more than my lashes. As there's a leash called tie tied to my neck. My shoulders are not strong enough to raise