PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Melanie Greenwood
Sitting in his balcony overlooking valleys of Kumaun, he fondly caresses the fading pictures in the albums; he can almost feel the velvety touch of tresses and warmth of her cheeks.
He was supposed to forget her in these four decades, yet he fails to remember a day when she didn’t peek from the crowd of thoughts, responsibilities and work.
Only if you have checked- it was not my handwriting that was there on the letter bidding you adieu.
“Catching the glint of winter sunrise in your eyes
Waking up to a desolate monsoon night
Still lost in maze of what if”
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Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle !
Rest of the stories at the froggy link :-
Abode of Horus 
I wonder how many who have that feeling of what if.. so many options in life, could we have done it differently?.. Love the tone of this tale.
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Thanks Bjorn ! “What if”-s are always a maze !
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ahh. regret. it is always our undoing.
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True Rida – thanks for your visit !
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Really touching.
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Thanks Louise ! 🙂
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Loved your ending.. Good one
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Thanks for your appreciation Jyotsna !
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Beautiful.
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🙂 Thanks !
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Our forboding hearts, will they never cease? Someday someday the what-if’s will finally cease and, on that day we will finally find our peace.
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Amen! I hope that’s not the last day of our life !
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Haha! Me either!
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🙂
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Dear Horus,
In the maze of what if. I like that.
shalom,
Rochelle
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This runs so smoothly.
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🙂 thanks !
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This has a very smooth, sad feeling to it. Just the way “What ifs” do. Well done
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a very recurring feeling for many of us.. just tried to capture it in 100 🙂
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