divided sentiments


     The softness of the wool slippers provide a welcome respite to my aching feet as I enter my bedroom. I stare at the view out the balcony for a couple of seconds. Seldom do we get cloudless nights in the middle of February, and the bright shimmer of the moon alights on the cushions next to the window. I walk towards it, the shadows of the window sill crisscrossed along my skin.

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