Opened a door.

Unfamiliarity filled him in as he walked on the floor.

Remembering the laughters that brought warm crease ,

have now turned into cold breeze.

He shakes his mind off an unfortunate incident and takes a glimpse.

Looking forward to finding answers for his father’s obsession,

he follows the light’s reflection.

Grey and old steel almirah kept in the room filled with dust,

where once he slept and brushed.

The time of youth where stealing scooter keys of dad from the almirah was everyday task.

but, where have I been? What was I upto? he would never ask.

Finding traces of his father’s life when almirah opened

Used Rusted blades

Paise coins and

Dabbas of cotton wicks,

as molding cotton every morning.

The custom was never broken.

Small pieces of life stored in that cuboid.

But When his life partner of 67 years depart. It left a huge void.

His obsession over almirah was about safety, it gave to his memory.

As he moves at his son’s house with his almirah ,it’s his kind of remedy.