Warm sunshine, salty air.
Sand dipped feet, foamy water.
Sounds of waves, whistles of birds.
Digging holes, burying feet.
Making memories, with my cousins.
Sweet black tea, cloudy evening.
Crowding in the room, we 6
Blankets on the window, blocking the sunshine.
In Front of the Black & white TV
Watching the Sunday Matinee
Making memories, sweet family of mine.
Running in open, barren fields
Climbing on tall mango trees
Finding cashew nuts, hidden under the dry leaves.
Insect bites on hands,
Cuts & scratches on legs
Making memories, with my village kids.
12PM, lights full on
Bowl of Maggie, cup of black tea
Sleep & exam fear knocking on the closed door
Inside there are long stories, hot gossips, hilarious jokes
Making memories, with my hostelites.
Cold winters, warm summers.
Wet mapled roads on rainy days.
Seeing a different world with curious eyes.
Cooking, baking, painting, reflecting into my soul.
Reading, writing, singing, balancing on the cycle of my life.
Here I’m, making memories, with the free soul of mine.