Forgotten tracks of time
In the midst of the hustle bustle of the city, I find myself, as a tourist.There are different versions of myself in every corner.
Sometimes, sitting at a corner, and romanticizing my school life, spending time with friends, the delicious spring rolls and the famous kachori,that my school was known for.
There was always a remedy.
Just like huda city centre being changed to millennium city centre, I find with each year,there is a sense of passing.
The conversations on tea, about life and assignments, the last letter received, there is an everlasting sense of things you outgrow of.
Author-Radhika
Photographer - Khushi
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