Its amazing to observe things around us and wonder if they ever say anything to us. One winter morning I rushed to office, threw my gloves on my desk and went to get a cuppa coffee. When I came back to my desk, I saw my gloves and for a moment I felt they were trying to say something to me and from their body language it appeared they were questioning me. And a lot of questions went through my mind about them and about myself. I wondered if they were asking me why I treat them so roughly. My gloves were very warm and soft. I never used to take them off when outdoors and so they got ripped pretty bad after a while. My desire for gloves goes back as long as I can remember. They somehow make your hands more powerful in a mysterious way. Its like not yours, but you control it as if its yours.
PS: A second delay in my PAD and I dont hope/plan/wish to make a third.
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