HOLDING HANDS.....WHAT IT MEANS TO ME

I was tagged by RenuThe theme of the tag was Holding hands what it means to me.This a very interesting tag and made me really think about it, a flood of memories passed through my mind.I would like to share a few.


Holding my hand she takes me to school,
Crying,scared but comforted
by a strong hand,my mother.

Your hand in mine,feeling safe and secure
guiding me across a crowded street
My dad.

Holding hands singing together
my friends and I
Beautiful memories of time gone by.

Holding hands, forming a bond
The family stands together
weathering the storm.

Holding hands,not wanting to let go
When one has to leave loved ones
To travel to another shore.

The exciting feeling,
when i first held his hand.
A sense of love and belonging.
Walking beneath a starlight sky
I look up and see love in his eyes.

Holding hands
we look to each other for strength,
In a new country
As husband and wife.

Holding hands smaller than mine
A wave of love comes upon me.
these hands belong to me, to teach them,
to guide them and then set them free.
My children.

Reaching out
holding someones hand
comforting one another
Giving a helping hand.
Even strangers.


Anyone ...PLEASE FEEL FREE TO DO THIS TAG.

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UNACCUSTOMED EARTH by JHUMPA LAHIRI

I just finished reading this book and thought I would share this with you.The book has eight short stories that span from Cambridge to Thailand.

In the first story Ruma who is married is visited by her father,who recently lost his wife.he would love to stay with his daughter and get to know his grandson better, but is torn between staying and taking a trip with a woman he is in love with.

In “A Choice of Accommodations,” a couple’s romantic getaway weekend takes a dark turn at a party that lasts deep into the night.

In “Only Goodness,” is a sad story where the sister is eager to give her younger brother the perfect childhood she never had is overwhelmed by guilt, anguish and anger when his alcoholism threatens her family.

Hema and Kaushik is a story of life, death, love and the lives of a girl and boy who, one fateful winter, share a house in Massachusetts. They travel from innocence and sometimes painful paths, until destiny brings them together again years later in Rome. But in the end fate seperates them.

All eight stories are about the lives of Bengali immigrants in America.Some may say that this book is a little similar to her other books about Bengali immigrants but I still enjoyed it, but was disappointed with it being a short story.I wanted the stories to continue.Do you ever feel like you don't want the story to end?

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