One fine evening, strolling in the muddy path
I saw a child rolling a tire with stick
Running and smiling, laughing, and giggling
Following his tyre, he ran away, playing his trick
He made me contemplate
I walked to a nearby tree of berries
And sat on a nearby bench, took a breath
And opened box of my hand-crafted memories
I saw one small boy running behind the kite
Eager to snatch it before other kids could
I followed that boy and reached to the corner of street
He was there celebrating with his friends, brethren of childhood
Cherished and joyous was he, perhaps he was throwing a treat
I went near him to relive the moment, but before could we meet
He walked away and led me to a late evening, a place under the open sky
He was staring at the stars, perhaps counting
Or may be trying to see shape in them, god knows why
I smiled and just joined him in his endeavor
We counted till a million, we drew a cat and a dragon
Holding hands, we headed to a new place
It was the last day of school
He was among his friends
Faces were showing smiles eyes were holding tears
Spirits were high, dreams were without any fears
Promises were made, memories were crafted on that white shirt
I walked away, leaving him living the moment
I then saw a young guy at beach
Making sandcastle, smiling, and contemplating
I went near and asked
Aren’t you old to play with sand?
He smiled at me, held my hand
Made me sit near and asked me to join
He was trying to relive the childhood
By making those sandcastles from memories of mine
Though imperfect but beautiful and pure
Perhaps like the childhood dreams
May be like those unhealthy toffies and those roadside ice creams
Then a wave came and took the castle with her
Leaving the smile on face and memories in the air
I too smiled and came back to my senses
Found myself sitting on bench, saw the time
And closed my box of handcrafted memories
And walked back to my house, feeling rejuvenated
Embracing the smile, evading the worries
Hi Abhishek. I always loved your writing.😊 I hope you remember me.
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