And just like that, it’s no longer yours.
Like the tear, you shed yesterday
or the summer that bid goodbye last May.
Akin to the footprints imprinted on the wet sand
memories yearning to stay until the next wave splashes by
They said count the degree in years but jiffy’s here score thy life.
Getting off this rollercoaster of feelings with a bouquet of memories
Retrospecting the few who got down too soon or seem unfamiliarized
Nevertheless rejoicing in what once remained and maybe remains
For not every promise is meant to be kept and not every goodbye needs to be said.
The lingering laughs, the vicious smiles the I- know- the- pain hugs, and the telepathy as in a mime.
Learned that wisdom doesn’t necessarily require confinement within four walls
And liberation is not just running madly in corridors.
Facepalming to those who said photos are a static form of memory and why the heck is attendance compulsory?
Time is never enough especially when it comes to something you love
And being denied of it seems so unfair like a conspiracy the evil eye cursed upon.
As imperishable 3 years have been transiency seems no less than a hoax.
Reminiscing the beautiful souls acquainted under the arch and stuffing the plethora of memories in an infinitely sized bag ,
Something seems complete yet the greed to stay more seems constant.
As the Gulmohar to the gallery and as soothing to the breeze around it.
And as comfy as the ambiance wrapped in a tight hug spanning 75 acres
The GECian born here stays immortal.
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