Passing through the by-lanes of memory.
Sound of Music guided me through the rutted paths.
Where a sheer ice-scream was a possession.
The reverberating experience of child hood.
Held me unaware.
Now I sit as a grand mother lilting with the music.
Life is transient.
But the experience continues.
Memory plays with the shades of music.
That we have no time to hear.
Sound of Music guided me through the rutted paths.
Where a sheer ice-scream was a possession.
The reverberating experience of child hood.
Held me unaware.
Now I sit as a grand mother lilting with the music.
Life is transient.
But the experience continues.
Memory plays with the shades of music.
That we have no time to hear.
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