A Rusty Memory 2022 June to 2023 April

Chapter 1, Start of Summer (Part 03)

White Swan
While being there, in Dehradun, I got close to an elder sister, we would chat late till night, about topics close to our hearts. We would share our lives tales with each other. Her family, her problem, my life, and my problem. In the dim light, I would chat late till the night itself felt sleepy, and then when ending the chats and saying our ‘good nights’ and ‘take cares’, we would just tease each other about waking up late till night. I always found it funny, how we two always found time to talk at night, when almost the house was asleep. Sometimes we would call, and her sweet voice would filter through the earphones to my mind. I would sometimes find her outside in the garden at night, at the terrace, or in bed. She would tell me stories, and I would ask questions about life to each other. What better way to define a person than a poem? 

Enchanted Forest
A Forest, looks normal from afar
But, when you're close
She bewitches you, with
Her majestic colours,
Her beautiful hair like vines
Her calm yet playful eyes.

A Forest, has been through a lot
She has felt, earthquakes
She has seen dark and stormy nights
Yet she stands firm to the ground,
As if nothing happened, but when observed
You can also see thorns and cuts.

A Forest, adored by everyone
Looks enchanted from the outside and
Inside, even she doesn't know
She gives care to little soules
She teaches us lessons
She helps her family.

Yogita
A.V

Though, we only spent time together at functions or family meetings. I guess our need for a listener was the thing that got us close. The things that happened on 13 February 2022 and 26 February 2022. I am the type of person who likes slowness, who likes little things in life, the greens and blues, and all of it.