I wander through the bylanes of the old city
Vague misty memories spring up like tea stalls
in narrow streets
The smell of pre-loved books piled up
A wonderland to lose your way in the prints of yellowed pages
The sound of youth, unburdened chatter
Enough nostalgia to drown in for a weary soul
Till the taste of cigarette-smoke-wrapped tea
Jolts my sleep-deprived mind awake.
….
Such a wonderful tribute to the beloved ‘College street’. Love how the both of us are tied by a common history. 💚
Yes isn’t it? That place is pure love and nostalgia
Such a beautiful tribute, dear! Absolutely loved it!💚
Thank you Pooja 🙂
‘Cigarette smoke wrapped tea’. Conjures up vivid images. Very well written my dear
Thank you Natasha…that place makes me nostalgic
Vividly portrayed nostalgia
So it is real! Beautiful
Beautifully penned.
Ah coffee houser sei addaata.. Tram. Boipara💚💚💚💚
Egulo turu lobeeee
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