She appeared in the sky, unfailingly, whenever I was depressed or unhappy. She never, ever let me down. I envied the malleability of clouds to assume any form, to become a symbol of hope.
The same eyes, bindi, expressions gesturing cheer….
How did the clouds mimic my mother so well?
(50 words)
Note: ‘Bindi’ is a vermilion dot painted on the forehead, by Hindu women in India.
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Thanks for joining in with the Weekend Writing Prompt. Your story is beautiful and moving. Have a great week 🙂
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So nice.
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mother is omnipresent and your 50-words prove the point.
http://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2017/07/clouds-and-rains.html
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Hi
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Clouds formations, the way they change, are fascinating! 🙂
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