Flipping through the pages of life, I realized, there was an umpteen to look back to.
A moment to count all those auspicious memories that I had. Some of those märchen and other of the falling rain which got a gleaming smile on my face and made me sing with flamboyant joy.
Those countless questions on seeing the dark clouds; a satisfactory answer by the wind.
The warmth of my mother's hands I still remember; Memories are still in me- alive.
Those memories have found a way into me.
But, then I left and moved on to give it a strife, to thrive between the ongoing obligatory traditions.
Which broke us for first and later made us methodical.
Which then broke us and made us logical.
I thought I had forgotten them but then it came back all again and proved as congenial as the Dusky mountain contents the eyes.
I still long for my memories that I left behind.
A journey that has always been mine.