I hold a picture in my wrinkled hand
Incessant tears flow like a restive stream
I make no efforts to hold them back
They continue to trace my sallow cheeks
The picture holds remnants of friendship
Its fragments scattered with passage of time
Distances slowly grew between us
There’s no hope of our paths ever crossing
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Nisha is an entrepreneur in HR field with previous work experience in education, hotels and training. She enjoys her journey of life trying to make her 16 year old daughter diagnosed with Down Syndrome, independent and well integrated in the society. Being a typical Taurean, she takes life head on and is ready to face challenges with a perennial smile.
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