By Hridayansh Khera
Back to the place where it all began,
Perhaps, I had been afraid of what I might find,
It took me so long to look back into that moment,
Stepping out of the recessess of my very own mind;
Perhaps it is true,
I had been afraid,
Of the skeletons I had locked away,
The things I never said;
Or maybe I had a fear of looking back,
Knowing I'll end up stuck in the past,
Stuck in the moment at the back of my mind,
Which I always knew wouldn't last;
One morning, I walked across the Mall Road,
And found myself beside the Roots School,
Perhaps a familiar feeling, seized me for a moment,
Though I guess the colour had changed from yellow to blue;
It felt smaller than it had long ago,
Or perhaps I was the one who had grown;
Oh, how I used to chase those lady bugs,
It really felt like yesterday,
Though perhaps a part of me always knew,
It was going to end this way;
From the earthy aroma of moist soil,
To the sweet scent of pine trees,
Still so alive in the remains of my past,
And yet a part of the truth I could no longer seize;
I guess I had been blind to the human fate,
Hoping somethings would never change,
Change is the only constant,
I suppose everybody realises that with age;
Now, as I find myself in the place where it all began,
Perhaps, at the mercy of time,
I know I return with a little more wisdom than I had before,
From the image of my home that would never fit my mind.
-Hridayansh Khera