Gorvachove, Keonjhar, 24 June 2024
Of an old fragrance that flows in the breeze;
Of a crumpled note discovered in the pages of an old book;
Of a banyan tree revisited on a summer day;
Of a train chugging out of a nameless station at night;
Of a flickering bulb outside a door;
Of rains, and the memory of old memories now forgotten.
