Everyday / Wednesday, December 14th, 2016

What a strange prompt, I think. Texture. I look up the meaning on the Internet to help me understand. Cambridge Dictionary says this:

the quality of something that can be decided by touch; the degree to which something is rough or smooth, or soft or hard:

a smooth/rough/coarse texture

This artificial fabric has the texture of silk.

What texture do I remember of 2016?

What did I touch? Feel?

  • The touch of wine grapes in a wine-making plant in Baramati.
  • The smooth feel of my car’s steering wheel.
  • I remembered the warmth of the sun, its touch a gentle caress in Scotland.
  • I hold close the smooth pebble, gifted by a cherished friend.
  • I remember the rough edges of the knife’s blade as I chop vegetables.
  • I can feel the contours of the keyboard as I type.

Yet, I forget most of what I have touched. It makes me understand one crucial aspect of myself that I have not paid attention to this year – it’s the sense of touch.

Maybe, that’s why we have another year?

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