Written by Writer Shweta Ranjane and edited by Editor Mrinali Jadhav
Something truly mine, has been lost to the passage of time. Even though everything seems to be alright, Those cherished days remain intertwined. Whispers of the past, reminding me of who I once was and who I am becoming. As I stare into nothingness, I see those disappearing faces with only traces of warm embraces, and those heartfelt giggles that are etched in the depths of my soul. I try to find some trail while reclining against a dusty window rail. The rusty treasure trunk leads me along a forgotten alley, making me feel inebriated. The vintage photos feign innocenceas if each photo isn't holding a story that's mine to keep. The ink on the letters seems to be fading; as though they had never been penned. The dried rose lies buried in a book I haven't opened in a while, but it was once my favourite. That antiquated piano still plays that old melody; Which defines my youth. The watch still shows the same time; but still, it feels different. That once felt like a summer fantasy is now encased in an expensive frame. The spider webs and the dust tell meIt's gone for a long time. Time has stolen my fondest anecdotes, The innocence! Something I dubbed "the best days of my life. "Whispers of the past, reminding me of who I once were and who I am becoming. But, can dusting it away, bring back the time? All of that, though, was in the past. However, I wish it could last longer. All I see are the hazy remnants of those ephemeral memories; Replaying, Changing, Fading, They jolt me awake,break me down,and mould me! A treasured kaleidoscope of mine. How I wished them to be my future. I wonder, did it all end for a reason? The long-lost feelings still evoke a yearning in my heart. Being a major aspect of my existence.Like a trifle, those days make me. But, they now argue, it was never meant to be! That once-felt like a summer fantasy is now just encased in an expensive frame. Something truly mine has been lost in the passage of time. Even though everything seems to be alright, Those cherished days remain intertwined. I am going to keep walking on those footprints— back and forth. Maybe I'll succumb to it eventually. Until then, let me stay inebriated on the past.
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