In the world of my memories
India lives on.
Friends and Family.
Lived-in spaces.
At standstill
in the best of times.
My dad, an uncle,
a much-loved aunt.
Happy laughter.
Years past.
My mum comes to me,
visiting
like a bridge over time.
She's changed of course.
Age kommt mit Zeit.
But the rest live in memories.
Untouched. Unchanged.
At standstill
in the best of times.
If I dream
with my eyes fast shut,
that world exists.
It's just on hold.
Untouched. Unchanged.
At standstill.
In the best of times.
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