Is it really trash if it's a kaleidoscope of memory itself?

 

P.S., This is not about litter.

The deer park, Hauz Khas fort, Hauz Khas Village (HKV, as we know it), are truly a miniature ecosystem of their own, an ever growing museum if I may. As far as the eye goes there lies an abandoned entity of some sort.

Is it really trash if it's a kaleidoscope of memory itself?

A broken racket, a tattered shoe, splintered log.

Glitter on the pavement, scribbled graffiti on the wall.

An abandoned incomplete Jordan, even.

Sitting, rotting, waiting, withering.

Another breath passes, as does a day, a year, a life.

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To walk amidst forgotten old belongings is to live again.

To feel the crunch of brown leaves under your feet while gazing up at the sun filtering through fresh green ones is to live again.

To feel the thorny bark under your fingertips, each scale ingrained with time and memory, is to live again.

To hear the sound of laughter where the dead lay buried and forgotten is to live again.

To be reminded of all that is good in this life, to know that you are what you love, you are what you hate, is to live again.

Photos by: Anjali, Arkoraktim, Vanshita, Vinayana 

Author: Vinayana