This day, that year,
A strange city, a strange fear.
Polished thoughts, contemporary mindset,
A few of glee and a few of regret.
Relocating was never easy, still gathered my hopes,
It was like a head over heals, stepped on slippery slopes.
People were now a vogue version of the old ones I knew,
Some fluttered with the wind, and I was left with a few.
Morning were dissimilar, nights were not long,
I survived solitary for days, and sang my old songs.
The city had melodies of today, but i had those of tomorrow,
Yearning for my comfort place, made myself a person of sorrow.
But here and now I am a Part and Parcel of this town,
Made friends like Kith and Kin, who don’t let me go frown.
It was once a strange city, for I had a strange fear,
It happened long back, say, this day, that year
-Ritika Mishra ☘