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Warmth

You’ve left your black slippers beside the shoe-rack; ready to tuck your feet into them when you’re back from work. There aren’t any bright shades that blind the eye, just the warm browns, reds and a streak of golden here and there. I see you’ve hanged a family portrait above the sofa and I can tell, it’s what catches the guest’s eyes first; what you want their eyes to catch first. I lightly trace the walls with the tips of my fingers as I walk deeper into the apartment, waiting at the doorway of the kitchen long enough to catch last night’s dishes sitting quietly in the sink. I don’t need to look too hard to be able to find where you’ve kept the detergent; it’s where you’d always keep them – in the cabinet below the sink, on the left, in a margarine case. You’ve left the kitchen monochrome, with the only pop colour being the crimson utensils’ basket.

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The Corner In Our Circle of Life.

 The horizon had burst into an infinity today. An infinity of infinites. Infinite shades. Infinite emotions. He tried ignoring the waves tickling his feet and looked at the horizon; drowning the already sinking Sun in his crystalline blue eyes that looked like the burning skies. Or perhaps his burning heart. His heart…Breathing in a deep whiff of salts, his eyes reflecting darkness, he placed his right palm over his heart, feeling. Feeling his heart dance to the rhythm of the breeze. And the cold metal of his watch that filled him with warmth and shudders altogether.