By Shriya Upadhyay
@shriya._.upadhyay
I was holding someone’s hand, on that summer day
Tagging along the shadows of huge buildings and walking over the ghost-quite roads melting under the sun
I remember, perpetually being drawn to two sounds
One being the melody of the bugs and the other the bell jingling at the road-side ice-cream parlor
I pointed for him to see, the little cart decorated with beautiful shades of summer
And we ate our ice-creams, holding each others hands, heading to home
I quietly tugged these memories inside my back pocket without you noticing,
the same way as I would take the car keys and relax myself putting the A.C. on to four,
washing me away with its cool air streams and freezing the sweat drenching my hair
I still remember those summers, those traditions that we always looked forward to
It was like any other festival and I would wait for them every year
Those ice-creams, those morning strolls, those summer offs, those beach visits and those late night baths
I am still waiting for them
Wonderful
It’s just wow Shriya
Loved it
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Unbelievable
Wow ❤️
Ac in the car line is so relatable, nicely written.
This is beautiful.
Lovely! The descriptions are beautiful.
Nostalgic as well as soothing to read.