The crunch of life
I used to buy for two rupees
has been long lost with
the familiar poodiwalaah*
the glittering signages
of multinational chains
selling international cuisines
have gobbled up
the old woman who sold
boiled eggs with rock salt
on winter eves
the benches thankfully
are still here
but vacant
the plague of social networking
has killed the time
that permitted
sitting there doing nothing
gossip,chat,observe
and soak the sun
the state library
and the church
mostly visited by
only tourists now
have air fresheners
killing the
fragrance of nostalgia
in each of these
I have lost
the ideal of something
SHIMLA was
I delete
all the new pictures
and munch on memory
with a hot cup of tea.
* the man who sold paper cones filled with a homemade spicy mixture of nuts.
beautiful!! would u like to come to kufri for a summer weekend break - some bloggers are going...
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