She walked down the dusty old paths
Bathing in the memories of that summer last
Those were the carefree days of bliss and belonging
With no homework or surprise tests to haunt your dreams
The chocolate currency was in abundance
And so were the summer days of sunlight and play time
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They loved to climb the old red brick wall
Scraping their knees for the guavas and laughing at their cousins falls
And then spending the hot afternoons with juices running down their chins
With river water gently caressing their shins
When real life seemed far away in the horizon
And the only concerns were about what nani made for dinner
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Those were the last summer days
Of bliss and belonging
Now filled with love and longing
-Armaan
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