Hand

the moon looks ominous now. reddish yellow.
first time seeing such a colour of the moon

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two and a half hours of writing
my hands, my fingers naturally felt the strain after this long hours of continuous writing

remembered that this happened too after my economic paper which was around 2 years back
after the paper, i grabbed my bag,rushed down the ramp,and headed to the library.. and not home
because an important person was waiting for me
naturally, my eyes searched for her,
my legs led the way to her who was studying

she greeted me with her smile
taking my right hand, she begun to massage it with her soft hands.
and the strain started to fade away bit by bit, bit by bit

this will not happen anymore..

she has gone.gone to some faraway land that i can never reach.

this time, the strain is still lingering in my fingers.