IN THE MEMORY LANE

In memory lane, memories haunt me again and again.
Childhood pierces the heart and the blood gushes out with unlimited force.
The season of paddy, with clear water flowing in small channels,
Women with the wicker baskets on their heads walked in a line,

The joy of transplanting the paddy was the best moment
And soiling our clothes with mud would make us carefree.
Going into the Hokersar Wetland was a nightmare,
Dense trees with echoing sounds stole our hearts.

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Walking on the dilapidated wooden bridge with hearts in our mouths, was a real experience,
Bathing in the Doodhganga was the cherished goal.
Eating water nuts and rowing others’ boats would cost us a beating,
Stealing radishes from the kitchen gardens were altogether fun.

Going to Darasgah was a sacred work
And refraining from sins was the main aim.
Sleeping early and waking early was our habit,
Caring for yourself was the routine.

Picnics would make us happy and keep us on tenterhooks.
Buying a cheap necklace for mothers was a delight.
Sundays do come but without taste.
Gloom is today’s Sundays.

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In the memory lane, everything is unique.
In the memory lane, everything is unique.

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Syed Mustafa Ahmad
Syed Mustafa Ahmad
Syed Mustafa Ahmad is from Hajibagh, Budgam. His hobbies include reading and writing.

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