‘Envisioned this year to be promising for some reason, but months from ‘Jan to March’ had received a jolting hiccup; nothing & Noone had come into season sadly, and the trade of a wannabe failed to pick up…
The warmth of ‘summers’ though added a little spice of variety, but his response to the golden chance was rather lukewarm; having hands full with the trivia gave him a false sense of satiety, and he was again on the verge of losing his charm…
Then came the Rain! Perhaps, this is what he awaited to be used as an excuse. Remembered her name again! And again the reference of a muse was misused…
Now, today it’s ‘Twenty-Second September’ of twenty-twenty-two when only a ‘Hundred Days’ remain until the end of this year; I hope he remains free from any winter woes, and find something or someone real at the end—as this year’s souvenir……as this year’s souvenir!’
praveen
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