Angel of Christmas

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I wouldn’t lie, I haven’t been around for quite a while. I didn’t stop writing, well, I’m not very consistent but I have been writing.

I was watching a movie today, and it kind of revolved around old letters and old star crossed lovers and Christmas. I was intrigued, that movie literally gave me goosebumps and inspired me enough to write a post today. 👼🎅🎄

I love Christmas, the spirit, the festivities and that we forgive ourselves and everybody else, and actually that’s what matters the most. ❤

Well, going back to the movie again, it gave me some insight and I’m not so sure what I’m expecting from all of you. But, I would like your thoughts on this one:

Would you like to leave your writing behind in the form of letters, blog posts, poems written on rough sheets, basically our work of art, I would rather call it our life on the paper for people including our future generation to read?

I would like to throw another one up in the air:

Would you all like to write everything down as in like a confession note stating everything on your mind sans modification?

If yes, why? And if you have denied for either of the questions, if so, why?

I apologize for a very out of the blue question but may I remind you, I’ve written this post after a very long time and this question is nagging at me. It will be great to share this dilemma with you all.

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Lots of love and sunshine,

Shambhavi

P.S: Forget me not😋

Winters

Sending shivers,
Down my body.
A gust of hard cold wind-
Piercing my skin.
Like a knife cutting through fragile,
Fountain of red gushing by.
A winter of grey
surfing by,
The whiteness of the snow-
Topped peaks of mountains,
Over the roads turned rink,
Skating by the trees that turned to skeleton.
That is what Winter WAS for me,
But no more!
 》》》》Shambhavi Bhardwaj《《《《