When we were young, we used to make handprints on paper in art class and then turn the handprints into peacocks...And the papers used to hang from ropes in the class with pegs and also on the window sills overlooking the garden to dry. Then we would take them home and show them to our parents and eventually they would somehow get lost or destroyed.
Then we made handprints on t-shirts for t-shirt painting classes.
Then we made handprints on sand on beaches during vacations.
Then we made handprints on the wet glass of cars on rainy days.
Then we made handprints on the walls of her room.
Then we made invisble handprints on each others hands when we held each others' hands promising to be friends forever...
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the blair witch made handprints all over the moth eaten walls in the tiny little shack in the middle of the blair witch forest where the idiot blair witch project kids got eaten up.
we also made handprints on the dust-covered back glass(watever it is called)of school buses.
"this is sigourney weaver's handprint" and snidha used to draw a boat with four ppl in it and right "row to win!"...do u remember?
oh and i just saw on rj's blog...priyasha....black coffee IS without sugar.
so its no sense sayin that its like coffee.......black minus sugar :) :)
that seems like yesterday. but its six years ago...
leaving hanprints of destiny on my wall of memory... endearing remembrances that will be treasured forever if only for the sake of eternal friendship...
fine...
hand prints on each other minds too..
very innocently written
grassius.
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