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The Glance

Why words when there is 'the' glance? Confused eh! 

It is the husband's friend's party. The lady already bored into three hours of faking smiles with not-so-familiar faces, with just a glance sends out a swarm of messages. It's time to leave; you've had enough drinks, enough of gobbling up all the fried fish and pastry desserts. The list goes on with just a look. Good heavens. It is so powerful - The GLANCE.

Do you remember the first one? It must have been in school or college, more for the lucky cupid struck ones and not much less for the others too. The glance was very much longed for then and never did strike a sour note. It always accompanied a missed heartbeat and would feel bad if they couldn't get one when desired.

Cruising through the sweaty lanes of our lives, we tend to lose the fantasies of our emotions and settle for the realities of it. It happens in most families. 

The glance is powerful. It is so because spouses use it the most, and they are not bonded by blood but by a trust. It just needs a reminder to most that these glances, when accompanied by a heartful smile or love, will feel as fresh as they were when we first encountered it.

It is natural for us to get matured as we progress in life but never too late to rekindle it with little frills that add up to spice up the brevity of time we have here.



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  1. Pavan MangiDecember 5, 2020 at 11:34 AM

    Here’s to spicing up the brevity of time here 🥂 . Now don’t just glance , but do it with a smile 😃

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  2. Dr Shafeena ARDecember 5, 2020 at 1:19 PM

    👍👍👍😃

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  3. UnknownDecember 5, 2020 at 10:32 PM

    Very true.....the maturity in our life actually eclipse the fantasies of our emotions....But some compromise the same and settle for realities of life 👌

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  4. UnknownDecember 6, 2020 at 12:10 AM

    Well a matured perspective in Life....let's also remember such a Glance 😁😁

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  5. Dr.Sankaranarayanan JDecember 12, 2020 at 11:15 PM

    Thanks dears ☺

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