first time you visit a place, you try to hold on to as much as you can. last time you visit a place, you try to hold on to as much as you can. but then it's much more sorrowful the last time around.
A place is a place because of the memories of the people we've been there with. It's never gonna feel the same when you have memories there. It's all in the conversations unfolded, all in the things you noticed in their expressions there, all in the little beautiful teapots & tea cups & the scent of the bakery & the cake you had & just them being them, over there.
It's all in the right track that played then & there, in that very moment, while it rained outside & you can see their back reflecting in the glass door right across you as they're sitting with their cup full of caramel macchiato, while there are splashes of water from the outside cause it rained ofcourse. and as soon as you leave the door you have these earthy senses tingling & you try to make conversations about how much you like the scent of the earth unlocked by the rain cause its unlike anything else & its just too freshly engraving after a good pourdown & they agree with you.

there is so much beauty we need to look after right?
everything is just too beautiful & too hopeful and this world is built on hope (umeed par duniya kaayam hai) so much so that even in rays of sun we see hope & even in night skies.

life kept running but it slowed with you
if it hadn't slowed atleast it flowed with you
although the next time i come & say hello
i hope it doesn't feel odd with you