I have a distinct memory of holding hands of my parents, my grandparents, my relatives and other elders in the neighbourhood when I was small. I feel its one of the most unique and everlasting gestures in the world. It has a beautiful feeling of warmth, security and relief.
The feeling of holding hands.. it grows forever, it never really leaves us until our very last moments. One day someone holds our hand to help us stand strong, to not let us fall, to show us the path, to help us see what we might not be able to sometimes, and on another day we are the ones doing so for someone. It evolves and it spreads from one branch to another, and then to another. It is a source of immense strength when we hold hands to stand united facing the world together, and we make sure nothing can ever break this feeling apart.
This feeling, it is just not limited to the physical contact of two hands but it also remains in our minds, hearts and souls. Even when we are far, we hold on… we hold on to the people we love, people we never want to lose and even after they are long gone we always remember that feeling. We always extend our hands to hold or to be held and within our hands remains the touch forever like the very precious memories of our minds.
Early Morning Memories 
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A picture pops into my head: I was walking my daughter to her school. She was carrying a little bag on the back. I was holding her tender hand in mine. It is a moment etched in my memory forever. Thanks for your warm post, Anuran and Sayoni.
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Thank you so much sir for sharing such a lovely moment with us . Yes these reminds us that it is so relatable We all have been through.
Keep reading sir.
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