This is a poem about how nostalgic memories are and get even more when we have to live with the fact that at present what we have are only the pieces of the bygones as memoirs. Memories, sometimes put cavernous imprints in our lives and what evocates it, is the Universe trying to cue us to reminisce of the olden days by reminding the very minute details, the settings, the feel and all of it, that we end up fantasizing over again. I hope everybody relates to it !🫀 - Chandrasnata Mohanty