What I know I want..

To remember the grains of sand at the dunes of Nubra Valley 

But not so much to remember my beetle which got buried beneath 

To remember amma's submission to love 

But not so much to know that her soul peeled off layer by layer

To remember the eyes that were as deep as the ocean

But not so much to unearth the secrets within 

To remember the beauty of a dysfunctional frontal lobe 

But not so much to face what it has to say 

To remember our laughs for another day's wake

But not so much to remember the laughs that mask the pain 

To remember to remember 

But not so much to forget to forget