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Raindrops of Memory

Jusmi is an English teacher. Obtained her Masters in English literature from Gauhati University India shares an immense love for writing.


I could hear the patter of raindrops falling on my ceiling,

Taking me down the memory lane.

In the train of thoughts.

I reached the backyard of my old and beautiful childhood.

When I could feel the rain,

Dripping down my body and relishing my soul.

The time I could play in the puddle sailing paper-boats.

Looking around I see small diamondS.

Adorning the green grass.

And celebrating the fragrance of the newly bloomed lilies.

But, now that I have left everything behind.

To begin a new phase of my life.

I could see nothing more in my once beloved rain.

Only the patter sound that I hear still.

Makes me realise I am still breathing.

© 2020 Jusmi Saikia

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