The roses are not so fresh, and the pages of the books yellowing – ageing along with me.
The colors of the embroidered patterns I created all my life appear bright, and will remain as long as embroidery remains in fashion, and the wearer’s memories last.
Life cannot be stretched beyond this – one has to move on.
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Another thought-provoking piece, Reena, but this seems so sad to me. Why is it aging is always made to be a sad thing?
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Because irreversibility scares us.
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