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Downhill

I sat there in silence, dwelling on my thoughts, zoned out, staring into the black tunnel, willing to see the lights blinking at me, growing closer, declaring I am on my way closer. The quiet chills me, suddenly adrenaline flows through, hushing me, crashing my courage, as I go downhill.

Originally published on The Friday Fix.

Homecoming Reunion

A place where I once belonged

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Returning home I feel like a tortoise retracting into her secure shell. I drive down the road leading towards my home, where I lived for most of my life and my heart both sinks and rises all at once. I sink because I used to know every rise and dip on the trail, yet no longer. To anyone else, this is a house like all the others beside it, but to me, it was where I once belonged.

I haven’t forgotten, it is the path that has changed over the course of time, due to footfalls and weathering. I rise to experience what awaits me at the end, a place of love, happiness, warmth and endless chatter, then I’ve had these countless days that have gone by like a zapping bullet train.

Come home, little flower, I hear my mother whispering. Come home and talk while we sip the tea of love, and laugh over our own silliness and talk heart to heart, and I will make the dishes like the way you relish it.

Why did we ever sweat the small stuff? Why didn’t we let go and enjoy the ride all along? Maybe it took time, to realize those were the best days we shared and there is no turning back. The joy still exists, but with a twist, we meet a couple of days a year now, once every few months, we look forward to, so be with me now. Stay. Pack your bags and come visit me and belong, or perhaps I will do the same as time passes by.

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Come we’ll paint new memories of togetherness, and do things the way you like it. So come along as you are here I am happy, I am content. We all are here!

Now, everyone is out of their kilter, it is hard to believe, I’m no longer a part of the natural flow of their lives (my parents and my sister), and there is a deep longing and unsaid things, which leaves rustic memories lingering, like a scent of a sweet apple pie.

Originally published in I Challenge You.

Memories - A poem

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Learning to heal,
Learning to set boundaries,
it is just a process each learns
in the matter of time
to surrender and make peace!

Letting the experiences
spin a story, a safe cocoon for us,
memories slowly fade,
as each thread untangles itself
to fall away!

©Shweta, 2020. All Rights Reserved.
Originally published in The Cotton Thread.

Season Replay - A poem

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Once upon a time as a child was carried away
There was a time on a summer day
I was elated in a different way
Living life without a care
Hustling against the warm summer air
Dreaming life is a simple affair
You bring life, magic, and flare!

Spending days with ones I love
Thanking the stars up above
My summer days I always savor
But I had a school to must attend
Oh, summer! Shine…
Everybody depends upon you
See you soon, in heaven so blue
in ten months that blew!

©Shweta, 2020

Originally published in Blue Insights

Reflection and Reminiscence

I smell the distinct awakened memories, echoes of the long-gone days, the pictures of which are worn out, faded and damp, or perhaps some even crumbled. I mistook them as just memories, but these are what made me, me.

They might not be the fantastic ones or the worst ones, etching their impermeable marks on me. My reminiscing of these gently scented memories are beyond just the stills captured by the celluloid, unless I visit them time to time, to see how we all lived in the earlier years of our life, where there was so much of liveliness, attention, and connection deeper than just the hugs, storytelling or frivolous fights. It was in quieter moments of joy in kinship, saw the underlying true nature of my parents. I saw a childlike spirit in my mother and assiduous nature in my father, evolving each time. I want these, rather I need these memories to stay with me, to soothe me when bad ones threaten to erase the traces of the good ones. They are evidence of lively souls that belong together even when they faltered. They are extraordinary people with kindness and the best intentions I have known in my life. And who am I to judge? Life puts each one of us through enough stress, to change the best of us, even me, and even you!

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