I walked down the memory lane The streets have changed now after the storm; the ruins and the residues are cleared... But the madness in the air still remains; Every path I took had the same old smell, Everything once again seems like those early youth days under the mellow sun. When the shimmer of the past is melting into the presence, spreading a scent of attentiveness and inquiringness, our mind may ask for a new reading of the story of our life. An innocuous flicker from a hazy sequence in our memory lane can affect our current awareness, making us raise questions, throwing new light on our expectations; crafting an airy vision of the future