For Somethings do not become a memory, because they become a part of You!

Those set of rooms that was chosen with no other available,

but encapsulates a moments that became almost a year there

moments that made me grow beyond! Third Floor F-66 Kamlanagar, Delhi

That flatmate, my sister

the best flatmate i could have

Those long strolls in the balcony 

with nothing but the cool breeze

and stars being the witness

Listening to music, rather looking for music

that best suited the feelings that prevailed

Those small gaps in the window

that let the sun rays beam on my face

while i still slept

to push me out of the comfort zone of the bed

The walls that probably knew more about me 

than myself

Those obedient set of speakers that sung

what i wanted them to sing

and made me dance to their tune

The uncomfortable chair 

that held my bums as i slept over books

The lamp that did not stop giving me the light of inspiration

when all other lights were gone

That rack of books

that became a means in Old World 

continuously inspired me to create & innovate

Those 56 stairs, that seemed unconquerable in the beginning

then 3-4 rounds up & down daily

made my calf strong enough to climb any peak

That wily landlord who made me confident

to deal with people around

who taught me to be a good listener

That super cool refrigerator 

despite age, gave the best cooling environment

made me realize that the person becomes old 

not because of his body but because of his mind

Having left those set of rooms, that apartment

that made my entire year go like a splash of water

on the face, that wakes you up to witness, experience, feel the beauty all around

that taught me lesson, its all a game of Nazar (perspective)

there's not a single thing that has become a memory

because they have become a part of me, with me all that deep

Because i have promises to keep

and miles to go before i sleep!