Some childhood memories latch on
Adhered to the body
Imprinted on the soul
Chasing after the kites
Rolling down the fields
Soaring alongside paper planes
Jumping in the brisk waters of Thopal
It feels as if the red dust from the slopes
still clings to my skin
The nameless shadows
The faceless memories
The children’s shrills of excitement
Remembering all the wild berries
Amla, Amaro, and Tindu fruits
Now feeling as though this life is but a shadow
Of a life already lived+++(5)+++
An apparition of something gone
Leaving only memories in its wake