Years have passed; friends have come
and gone,
but that box full of memories
always brings them back,
with those polaroids, diaries, writings and journals,
little bits and pieces rushing back to my mind,
hitting me like a roller coaster.
There are always memories of good times
stuck at the back of my head,
rejuvenating themselves, leaving me in awe.
Every bit accompanied by its lesson,
making me realize how full of
spice and surprises this life is.
Flashbacks, in my brain,
making me recollect every other detail.
Bits of laughter, specks of tears,
all have collectively made these memories
worth their remembrance.
Makes me nostalgic,
the reservoir of reminiscences.
By -
Bhoomi Sati
B.A (Hons.) Psychology
3rd Year
[Art Curated by Ritika Mittal
Edited by Shreya Jathavedan]
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