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Feb 1
The smell of home,
Has left my bedsheets already.
The color has faded,
They have become pale totally.
Maybe I shouldn't have washed them,
Or dried under the sun for too long.
But I use the same detergents as in home,
Wash them the same way like we do,
But I don't feel the same under these,
Like I used to in my dear lovely home.
I miss them again today,
I miss you my family even more.
RVani Kalyani
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RVani Kalyani  F/Bharat
(F/Bharat)   
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