Rummaging through the closet of memories for that familiar, old smell;
For the dog-eared pages from that book of experience;
For the carefully kept wrappers of those gifted smiles;
For the inked words in the dry Chelpark bottle;
For the forgotten taste of Parle Poppins and 'khatta-meetha churan';
For those winter nights that roasted green-peas and potatoes in the bonfire;
For those summer afternoons that waited anxiously for the ice-cream wallah's cart;
For the age gone-by and the world long-lost...