How can I forget you ? My Louvre window!!!
When describing my vintage house,
For the high ceilings ,and the distinctive aesthetics
The Venetian blinds controlled the sun in through it,
Posing as curtains, louvers made peeping simple by the house full of energetics.
The blinders of the house have lots to unfold,
They held hidden stories,for generations untold.
The Jalousies as named, offered enough room for histories to create,
The window became the signature, remembering the glories to relate.
Months rolled into decades that changed to century
My window stood tall and elegant
Witnessing many members come and go,
Capturing moments and making them a memory.
Today there’s nothing open about you my window.
You’ve shut yourself in and out.
Holding the legacy of the vintage house,
You still smile quietly without a doubt.
Battered by the strong winds and chills of the air,
Fighting the perilous rain and the sun with all its glare,
A day will come when I will never see you anymore.
But you will hold a special place in my heart.
And I will always mention you in my sweet folklore.
©unblossomedyet
A peep into Dahlia's Wordscape 
The house may be broken by now.. I had grown up by looking at the window. Created more windows for me leaving so many memories… Good, bad, Ugly.. But true memories. Khidderpore had contributed a lot in my life.. Given so many things… Taken very little.
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welcome. look forward to very simple writing. aware of your St. Thomas schooling. But my schooling was at Khidderpore Academy. I miss swimming..and adda on my younger days.. Time passes.. So does old memories.
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Well do you know me???
I don’t seem to know you. However stay blessed and thanks for liking my blogs.
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