A deathly silence makes me wonder where the inmates are, till shadows start creeping out soundlessly.
I’ve met you before – my beliefs, acts, regrets and desires. I believed you are part of me, but today I face you like former teammates.
Why did you drive me to do certain things, and why did I do it? You cheered me on when I hoisted flags of victory. You deserted me in times of need to hide here in this god-forsaken place.
This is the courtyard where I grew up. The place that seemed serene then, feels so hollow and inadequate today.
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This is a touching piece for me. Excellent take, Reena.
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I guess it’s how we all feel. Thank you, Indira!
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❤
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I especially like the last line of this….seems to capture the feeling in the photo.
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Thank you so much!
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My heart goes out to her.
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Certain moments of realization propel us into the future.
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You can’t always go home. Well done.
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Thank you so much!
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They say, “You can always go home,” but sometimes maybe you shouldn’t. I think we all have a dark place where our loudest fears and doubts live. This is very good writing.
Tracey
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Thanks a ton, Tracey!
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Nostalgia can be both heartwarming and then–not so much. That’s life.
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I agree. Thank you, Linda!
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This oozes feeling. Nicely done.
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Thank you, Mr. Binks!
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A mind-stirring piece, Reena. Memories are just that.
“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man. ‘ – Heraclitus
My hometown was quiet and serene and then along came Disney World and it was forever changed.
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I agree. We never feel like we are going back to the same place. In some cases, we may not want to.
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Well-written, Reena. It’s funny how feelings about memories change as we change.
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Memories keep changing with the frameworks we put on it. It is about how we feel about a certain thing.
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Some a lovely & emotional piece.
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Thanks so much, Bernadette!
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Good capture here. Get that same feeling when I visit my hometown. Hollow, empty, without substance. Great thinker you’ve written. Now, off to play with my new gelli plate I made yesterday!
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All the best 👍😀😀
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An evocative piece, Reena
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Thanks a ton, Neil!
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