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Life math

His smile
Adds to warm hearth
Her frown
Reminder; a promise forgotten!
Their love but
Evens out the odds

Some dull grays,
Plus bright rays
Equals a colourful rainbow

Credit the gain
Debit the pain
In life eventually
The accounts will tally
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  1. :) beautiful .. and yes god willing it will all tally in the end for sure


    Bikram

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    1. Thanks, Bikram..yes, I believe so! :-)

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  2. It was like climbing the rungs of a ladder. Living, is rising, if we live the right way

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    1. Definitely, Habiba. It's up to us to rise and make this life worthy of living. Thanks for being here :-)

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  3. Oh, I hope you are right! Beautiful writing.

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    1. Oh, yes, I believe this, QOTD and thanks so much :-)

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  4. Loved them especially the last one :)

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  5. So clever how you crafted a check/balance system into the prompt. My favourite lines were the paragraph

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    1. I'm so glad you liked this, Glasgow! thanks :-)

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  6. And I thought I was the only one who was always tallying up actions and words more than currency. Love this piece, Uma!

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    1. It's great that you tally actions, Yeshu. I'm sure they must give you more satisfaction than just tallying superficial numericals. And, thanks for the appreciation :-)

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  7. Always tally it up on the positive side! Nicely calculated!

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  8. Love these lines especially: "Their love but/Evens out the odds."

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    1. I'm glad these touched you, Jennifer..thanks :-)

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  9. I love that last paragraph especially. What a perfect balancing act.

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  10. I liked your use of all the math-related language and how it all came together in the end.

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    1. I'm glad the math brought about the right effect, Marcy..thanks a lot :-)

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  11. yes...it is truly the beauty of a relationship..the rosy as well as the thorny part.

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    1. Yes, if there are roses, there has to be thorns too!

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  12. Beautifully written...hopefully like with life, it will all tally up in the end... :)

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    1. Thank you, Sanch and I hope too :-)

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  13. Such lovely poetry! I loved the second stanza, Uma. You have a way with words :)

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    1. you are kind in your praise, Aathira but thanks :-)

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  14. Very sweet to read. It all comes out in the wash, right?

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  15. Yes, it does all even out in the end. Well put.

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  16. I especially like this: Evens out the odds

    Nice play on words!

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    1. I'm glad you liked it. Much appreciated :-)

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  17. THis is beautiful! I love the last line, 'the accounts will tally'. Such a normal statement for an extraordinary process. Wonderful!

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