Anshu

Few months later , the nostalgia finally hit.
Passing through the tunnels of a strange land , reminded me of a certain 5 year old.
Alternating lights of the dark path seemed to resemble the flickering obedience of the kid .
But the bridges reminded me of the depth in his conviction when he said .. I am your friend !!
Shocked was the last thing , I was.
All my essence in a herculean effort to stop my logic from kicking in . I had let myself drown in bliss.
And today when nostalgia hit, there are three things I want .
The blunt kindness ,the unadulterated heart of the kid .
To never forget him .
And a coke to enjoy the moment maybe.