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Dear Curtains, It's been quite long sin

Dear Curtains, It's been quite long since you became a sincerely special member of my house, of my family. And, it didn't take you long either to become so special that I can pour and pull down my anger on you. I remember that night, when curiousity got the better of me and me, a seven year old girl tried to make a swing of you but dhadaam went my head. And, then I hurriedly rushed to the washroom, coming after five minutes and acting completely innocent. And mark the end, the whole guilt was passed on to my brother. Ah! Now I must say those were the days when being at home was a pleasure. I wake up now, to pull off you to let some of the rays of refreshment enter. You have kinda took all the attention of darkness and all the ignorance of light. You remain collected and folded to one end the whole day long and then are pulled again to cover the already black night. I don't have much to write but very much to say. I touch your fabric and spread you to swap over all the windows in the afternoon. Light penetrates in through your very tiny holes, forming a never to be figured shadow. I'll not say that you become an obstacle in sociological greetings but just an unaware veil of fear. I've seen people peeping through you yet not showing enough courage to pass you. May be they are scared. By their own people. In the past, you were the first to be pulled off in the morning before welcoming a new day. A cascade of events' memories are making their way to my mind, the hide-and-seek games between mum and me are unforgettable. And your support during my escape from mum is also worth cherishing.
Dear Curtains, It's been quite long since you became a sincerely special member of my house, of my family. And, it didn't take you long either to become so special that I can pour and pull down my anger on you. I remember that night, when curiousity got the better of me and me, a seven year old girl tried to make a swing of you but dhadaam went my head. And, then I hurriedly rushed to the washroom, coming after five minutes and acting completely innocent. And mark the end, the whole guilt was passed on to my brother. Ah! Now I must say those were the days when being at home was a pleasure. I wake up now, to pull off you to let some of the rays of refreshment enter. You have kinda took all the attention of darkness and all the ignorance of light. You remain collected and folded to one end the whole day long and then are pulled again to cover the already black night. I don't have much to write but very much to say. I touch your fabric and spread you to swap over all the windows in the afternoon. Light penetrates in through your very tiny holes, forming a never to be figured shadow. I'll not say that you become an obstacle in sociological greetings but just an unaware veil of fear. I've seen people peeping through you yet not showing enough courage to pass you. May be they are scared. By their own people. In the past, you were the first to be pulled off in the morning before welcoming a new day. A cascade of events' memories are making their way to my mind, the hide-and-seek games between mum and me are unforgettable. And your support during my escape from mum is also worth cherishing.
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