We wrote memories on paper planes.

Little words interlinked to make poetry.

Floating.

Up in the air they went.

So high you almost felt euphoric.

Wonder and awe filled the stars in your eyes.

Magic dripped and glistened down your cheeks.

And I felt the corners of my lips reluctantly pull up in an answering smile.


Brain storming and colour coding our  notes.

Ink spots and pencil shavings covered the desk.

Borrowed books and highlighted formulae.

Setting the alarm for 5am.

Snickering 'cause we knew it was pointless.

The snooze button knew our secret.


Glitter pens and crayons.

Chart papers and graphs.

Instant noodles and incessant doodles.

The sly kick under the table.

Hiding the answering smile.

The teacher's stern look over the glasses.

How cleverly you kept your head down .

The sums seemed to highly interest you all of a sudden.


Paper boats filled with memories slowly bobbed down the water logged lanes.

Summer rains drench our thirsty souls while we crib about deadlines and delayed pay-cheques.


#reverie


From the archives, 2019

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