All of the last week of the last year...
New year's eve too spent shelling peas...
Why?
Because, while shelling peas she goes spiralling into her own world...
Immersed in her thoughts...
She wonders had it worked out ...
Where she would have been...
With whom, doing what ?
The world of imagination takes over ...
While shelling peas...
She's transported into a perfect world...
Of course, of her imagination ...
With the person she liked ...
Smitten as he seemed to be ...
That image remains in her eyes ...
She rewinds to the last few conversations in her head ...
The real ones...
His voice...
Heaving a sigh ...
She shakes it off ...
Both their egos on play ...
Demolished what could have been...
Lack of time or the distance ...
It could have been overcome...
But the lack of sensitivity on each one's part ...
Pulled them apart ...
Shelling peas, she looks beyond...
And yonders ...
It's a vast desert like the Rann of Kutch ...
Nothing for miles ...
She gets back to shelling peas ...
Freezing them for the year ahead ! #GoFigure
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