Memories hang like coats in the almirah. I wear one and remember those misty morning which we'd spent sitting near the window sipping on tea, those sundays when we dropped the idea of going out just to read Metaphysical Voluntarism. I remember the smell of the cake you cooked for me on my birthday and the half burnt pasta that you were so proud of. I remember when you recited 'I carry your heart with me' when I couldn't fall asleep. And sometimes my memories hang in the almirah like regret; I don't know, if you remember me as a poetry that knocked the wind out of you or the fragrance of lukewarm tea still lingering on your crimson lips as regret. #yqbaba #memoriesalmirah
