to each other and ensure that I hear them, aware that I love listening to their sweet whispers. My aloneness becomes the reason for their whispers and probably a panacea for my loneliness too. I can hear my past in them mingled with my laughter and some painful tears. They give me space and I melt with them in their space. I become one with them in my home, a piece of furniture that calls for some urgent care to revive it. Welcome to the day 22 of #YoPeWriMo or the YourQuote Personification Writing Month i.e January. Here's my try: The walls of my home whisper about the treasure that is hidden underneath the floor. #personify #wallsofmyhome #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba