Spring cleaning one noon,
In the attic, wipe the dust
Off, wedding album.
Mamta ji, this remind me, where my album could be? They were all in black and white, tucked away in some cupboard of mine, - lying there all frozen in time! ! -Raj Nandy
an may i add to stem the leak, my legs went weak rain pouring in attic album turned to brick just look at the halla ballu and humdrum of a desi marriage and then time treats the occasion in its own peculiar way very poignant and reflective small piece cheers
u reminded me............wow, subtle yet imapcting. gud write...
Memories also are like Black and White photographs Some bring smiles And some tears We have to brush aside! Very touching and brings a sense of sadness with it too. Angel
Very nostalgic. Perhaps, you shed a tear ot two as you did this. Lovely.. Always your friend, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
mamta mam........brilliant as always...