In my attic of reminisces, an unveneered chest, sticky, cobwebbed, no Diwali cleaning here, hoards lost chords of yesterday's tunes, frayed, notes orphaned, stuffed under the ego of impetous youth, now wiser though, hanging out like faded sleeves of once upon favourite checked shirts, wailing the redemption song, remembering times when they were in tune with your silences. Am I still on your playlist? #LostChords #reminisces #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba
