Triggered Memories

It was a small house,

Was enough for us;

Was little but old,

But was comfortable for us;

I loved the lobby area,

It had no heaters there;

In the mornings,

I used to stand there;

And stare at the mountains,

And felt they were calling me;

One of the beauties of the earth,

Is standing up high right in front of me;

Something happened to me,

And I suddenly walked down;

On the way towards riverside,

One of the peaceful part of the town;

Headed towards the stairs,

Which goes up to the old bridge;

Climbing up to the stairs,

I stood there for a while;

The reflection of mountains in the river water,

Brought me a big smile;

I always loved to see this,

I cross the bridge;

Wandering in the city center,

I come back to this old bridge;

Instead of taking downstairs,

I continue walking till the bridge ends;

Every day I do the same thing,

And my walking ends;

And just like that,

My memories are triggered;

And just like that,

My tears get gathered;