A lost letter 💌

The sepia hued envelope dates back to 20th March 2015. It had a name blotted on it with black ink in cursive. The name, the handwriting and the address seemed very familiar. Opening the envelope, I took out the crumbled letter, the creases hardly letting me read the contents. A radiant smile found its way towards my chapped lips as I read out the first line "Dear Mayang Street". It was a street where I lived in my hometown. It brought me some unforgettable memories. I closed my eyes and inhaled the smell of a bright day, visualising some naive children running breathlessly through the alleys of Mayang Street. Stopping in front of a banyan tree while panting heavily, catching a breath or two and giggling heartfully. It was mid afternoon, the sun was almost down, the sky was brick red, the aroma of steamed rice balls and cooked fish diffused into the air, hitting their nostrils. Growling empty stomachs followed the fragrance to their respective houses. The table was laid with plain food and the starving bodies dug in with chopsticks, as if savouring the most delicious cuisine. Their loving mothers looked at them with ever so much love and admiration while fanning them slowly with a hand fan. A gush of sweet wind blew as the wind chimes danced with its ringing bells producing a soft melody. Satisfying their appetite, they again stormed outside to play hopscotch with the neighbouring children. It was now dark outside, the sun handed its duty to the moon. The children bid goodbyes for the day as they all returned to their home knowing that they will meet and play again tomorrow in the 'Mayang Street'. I was one of those happy and carefree children back then who wrote this letter.