Those small pairs of gloves my parent used to bring Since, I was one day old and opened my eyes for the first time I’m missing them right now. I’m desperately missing them. It’s not because I took sunbath this cold morning and had time to go through album to see baby me. Not because I was staring at my hands for several minutes the day before yesterday. And knowing my palms have clear lines But also I didn’t remember my tiny gloves because of soft and beautiful hands I own. That small two and a half years baby with bare foot and cracked cheeks That kid, whose pillow was stone and bed was that street. He made me compel to miss those warm gloves I used to have back then, when I could not even remember one single thing. -Prapti Khanal
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