When will the world open up the closed door of the beauty of old souls?
The scars of experience, the rawness of sweat, the depth of an eyes that has seen so much and for such a long time? The texture of aging skin, the carelessness of the greying hair, the randomness of individuals, the energy and vibe of growing age, the tenderness of the lips that has so much to say, some extra pound which doesn’t bother anyone, the creased cotton saree damp for the kitchen chores.
When we will understand that beauty is there,here and there around us, drenched in kindness and love,waiting to be identified and acknowledged for what they are.
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