Inner Struggle

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Today, I didn't make breakfast. My sister did. One bowl of maggi. But it seemed like for four. Why lunch for breakfast? My patience tested, the rains came pouring spreading pearls on papaya leaves. A serenity of a different kind. There's something in the wet freshness and the chants from afar in puja pandals. The writer in me, urged to come out, to express whatever reflected on my mind's screen. All at once I was in MyLot, Writco, Slowly, writing and writing. Today is the last day for the Divine Mother's departure. Nature is doing what is needed to be done. Shedding joy and grief at once to pronounce 'Keep Moving'. I have to stop those pearls from shedding. What a struggle!!