Nostalgia

By Fahima Nahid

You don't get to see familiar wrinkled hands around tea cups anymore. Your emotions now linger around old coffee mugs with prints that scream nostalgia. Your favourite biscuits now seem slightly less familiar, mentioning how even reminiscence comes with changes.

You see people making it to places you watch in movies, and you stick around the same old places, but this time without people. You reek of familiarity.  Art remains an undiscussed affair, a little too abandoned. It didn't survive much of the injustice.

And here's the final act of life coming full circle. People overseas miss home, they write letters to their places of nostalgia. But you're already home, your childhood one. The home you came back from school to, the home which carried the funerals. The home, which is still alive, and you look around and see how time has consumed a little of those walls. 

You return to the coffee table, and you see wrinkled hands around the teacups, not very familiar. You look up, and your mom now sits across from you, and you now see how time has come full circle.

For a moment you see how life has brushed through her, and you can't help but think how severely moments are dying in the fleeting time.

By Fahima Nahid