Like fallen leaf time slips... Busy hours fails to get the fragrance of time. Let people ponder and take a glimpse of TIME.
Time flies. No-one can keep time according to their wish. Busy hours never allows a person to realise how time slips. Days rolls and so is the time. We are used to remain indifferent. And poems reborn to take the glimpse of time.
Memories are the best part of time. In my Infancy period i was admitted to (Silchar) Holy Cross School at the age of 2 and half. Wow a tender period of life.
I can remember the big mango trees. In those days planes made so noise. During our flight journey deuta put cotton in our tiny ear holes to save our ears from noise. disposable paper napkins were so beautifully packed with eau-du-colonge fragrance. Ah... I can still inhale that fragrance. Air hostess gave us chocolates. Naive golden time never stays.
Study period, job period, family life period... all are now a bundle of time. No matter you and I or we seems busy...time tiptoeing-ly flies. Let us all try to make time immortal by sparing some with one another.