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Bags packed, belongings taken, people hugged.

But he looked reluctant to let go,

He looked at the temple in the room,

He looked around for the childhood he had,

He looked around for old age me might have had,

And just when he was leaving he looked around at the Kashmir he might never see again.

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Done as a part of the 55 word fiction week at Marathon Bloggers

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