There were once two of them, now
there is only one. Losing a favorite earring is very painful. I can't
stand to get rid of the one that is left.
The bell shaped one purchased from a wooden handicraft exhibition. The
cutest red flowered earring. The trio of studded oval rings. The colorful
dangling one that never went with anything
but just one dress. The lovely pearls I got from Hyderabad. The black and golden ones brought hurriedly in the local train. Each one has a story. Each one has a sentimental value.
These singletons just sit in my earring box, the hopes of finding their partner
fading with each passing day. Wishful thinking it may seem but I really want the lost ones to re appear out of the blue. I miss the lost one in each pair but still value the one which is left......
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