( PIC credit : Dheeraj Sharma ,clicks are from Shimla )
The post is fiction .
Here you go …..
The journey began by foot and the excitement jumped in,
Unlike college days, my feet trembled today walking at the shabby worn-torn wooden stairs.
I walked at the side of the anciently established railings,
Meeting the oversized old mountains and mellifluously singing cuckoos.
The Lucid heavenly atmosphere and green calming Mother Earth,
Appeared the one and the same, I brewed some coffee from flask.
The journey curved adventurous before the fog cleared,
The scarlet-the carroty-the golden, changed the sunglow and warm rays were spread now.
Aged trees with skinny grouped trunks, and dappled branches made noise,
Complained my tummy and eyes searched for eatables, I found an orange tree.
My ankles were tired of walking so they occupied wet grass,
I did the brunch, slept a few-pillowing my novels and then I walked further.
I finally reached with a smile to my college, after years,
The Royal-The building, grand – The college construction, and clear appeared the bricks.
Little porthole work at its walls still tempted me; I entered in, and rushed to library,
Smelled those books, climbed on wooden stool and hugged those First editions.
All foggy memories brightened up, I read there for some time and felt pleased,
While departing back, I captured the snapshots in camera and at heart,
Conversed with the walls and heard their echoing….. They shouted save me ……
And Be My Guest dear reader ,and take away my loneliness , before I turn into a mansion.
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