The distance look!

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step by step growth happen and as we grow ...we forget the basics!

 She  brought her in this world...She taught her how  to face  the coming story  of her life..
BUT as  she grew ,she forgot  the initial chapters of  the story of her life ..where maa did everything to let  her fly higher   and ..............higher.
 28  years  passed  and  she got everything   wings ,wisdom  and  WORRIES.
wings for flying  to  such distance that everything  left behind  were slowly and slowly damaging those  wings  and she could never get back to  living  the  awesome life  of tender wings and innocent childhood.
wisdom  of  fighting  the world but not of facing  maa ..
worries..so  much that  she craved for  one look  of  maa and receiving the warmth  of her affection

         Then  one day  with  all  memories intact in her mind ,she sat at the back seat of her car..
that  brightness of the nail-polish  of  maa  sparked in her memories and she stared  at the  rear-view mirror and  that distance look  of maa  healed all the scars of  wings  and she could see the red polish shining ..but was  she maa?  or just the remains  of  her wing..she flew higher  to catch her but as she reached nearer, so did the scary dream...maa slept..slept forever...it was just her wings ,she was nowhere ...her  tender love was nowhere ...
 maa disappeared somewhere in sky so high where her wings could not fly...


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
Every weekend, we give out creative writing topics for the love of writing.

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