Cracks in the old school wall beside the sidewalk has some new movie posters on them, colored actors covered up the senile bricks I used to walk down this alley centuries back, with you.. the footpath dweller kids have their children now their dreams haven't changed.. The red temple devolved somehow, more darkened.. Right turned my cab. sharp. , more like an upside down. last time, I remember, it imbibed my perseverance to nurture the inner flow of warmth through heartbeats, the ones which were true. Still, the aroma of spices hover over this area, sources still unknown my love kept it secret, and secret it stayed. Estranged with endearment, the buildings seem to be in some black despondency. Grey smokes, grey dust of the north has glazed my lungs ever since.. That dreary song on the radio whispered something with the sidewalk while they sneaked at me as remorse. The sidewalk lying by the side of the road. muddy, broken .. disregarded,
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