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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