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Aug 2019
It’s funny how
certain faces you see,
places you’ll be,
aroma of the air around you,
a random déjà vu,
how familiar the food tastes,
the warmth of embraces,
voices and noises
can take you to
a specific place, time, a moment
in your life, long forgotten.
“It’s a privilege I take to reconnect myself with the idea of a home, that only exists in my memory now.”
Keerthi Kishor
Written by
Keerthi Kishor  26/F/Kerala, India
(26/F/Kerala, India)   
   BR Dragos
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