Buried in the Tomb of Time

by Gagan Lima
(Kurseong, Darjeeling, West Bangal., India)

When I was a teenager, I woke up early in the morning and used to feel the cold breezes and drink the beauty of hills, valley, and green tea bushes. I had a perfect and beautiful family in a small town of Darjeeling. We used to care for each other and hug at times of both joy and sorrow. Today, as I am struggling in the street of so-called big industries of the civilized city to support my family's economic condition, the smoke and smell of the city when passed through my organs tear of mine started to tremble down because I miss my countryside breezes, natural lakes and my parents and many more memories which are buried in the tombs of time.