A blank Tuesday
wakes up to a misty morning
shakes off the previous night's cloak
the baggage of ex-relationships
and walks into the Sulphur pools of Rajgir
A dying October
saunters amidst the falling walls of Nalanda
imbibes the wisdom of sages from ages
looks for books in the nooks
and walks away chanting the mantra of silence
A ten year old 2012
feels helpless at Kosi's madness
gets strength from the gram devta
finishes his ablutions at Gaya
and finds nirvana beneath a Christmas tree
A confused me
hears their stories
wondering and wandering in between
noting down what should have been lost
and getting lost where I should have been found.
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