Then and Now

The waft of air carrying the petrichor,  The gloomy, pregnant sky,  All set to deliver the rains,  Tickled my memories of,  Carefree school days.    My hunger pangs were resolved,  Always from my friends' lunchboxes The mothers, they seemed to know,  The friends,...

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