People Leave their Stories Don't

Beautiful how memories don't die. How one thing reminds you of another.

Photographs on mural walls

Gazals playing from an old transistor

The rusted gate of your ancestral home

Grandfather's collection of cassettes

Nights on the balcony with a candlelight when there's no electricity

The smell of your grandmother's favourite incense sticks

And the wave of emotions you feel when you imagine things and the faces attached to these memories. 

They are irreplaceable.

 

Sometimes I feel, I should have embraced them while they lasted.