Growing up has seen my elder one shirking away from physical touch. The turned up nose on hugging , the swift brush of the hand on a kiss, the awkward one handed hug .....I have got used to it now.
Winter has brought in dry and chapped skin and nothing can cure it better than sticky cold cream rubbed in with lots of tender loving care.
The hands linger just a little bit longer, framing the face which once used to fit in my palms. Eyes stare a moment longer , drinking in the flinched up face. How I wish I could prolong these winter moments ........
Winter has brought in dry and chapped skin and nothing can cure it better than sticky cold cream rubbed in with lots of tender loving care.
The hands linger just a little bit longer, framing the face which once used to fit in my palms. Eyes stare a moment longer , drinking in the flinched up face. How I wish I could prolong these winter moments ........
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