The red coloured intercom

Nov 10, 2020

The red coloured intercom The red colour intercom, with faded dials due to the passing of time I walk through the entrance shadowed by the tall trees i saw grow The paint worn out and the grass growing up and about I walk along the pathway, and can almost see the numerous prints left by my million cycle rides around the house. The door handle once gold is now turning copper I can see myself through the peephole above , the me i've now lost The us we've all lost, the me i can never get back The countless days I sat on my swing by the window ,the postbox i had by my closet The terrace always smelling like that of rain with the rarely used clay lantern hanging from its roof The summers that went by without any distinction between days and nights and o went our games The life of innocence not ignorance The life of peace we all hope to relive, we all relive in our minds everyday. The dream so infamously known as childhood. -Varshaa K.P