Come here,
sit alongside me,
I will open the closets of my memory.
Tucked inside them,
are the bits and pieces of the three decades
Of my journey.

You see these,
The fragments of my childhood,
Shimmering like a first smile,
The bruised knees, the fog and dust.
The drops of rain and flakes of snow.
You see that smile,
Ah! That's real.

And here are the scars and
The pain married to them
wrapped in the silk robe
Like an...