Those days when the
STD calls were prohibitively
expensive and emails were
not even heard of,
Each time my father
got transferred
from one city to another,
it broke our hearts so,
as we learnt to adjust
painfully in the new school
under the scrutiny of
curious teachers
and suffering the non-chalance
of fellow students,
aching for the old friends,
waiting every afternoon
as we returned home
to open the mailbox ,
hoping desperately
that we would find an
envelope with our names
written in familiar handwriting.
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