Fall (season) in all its glory, humming the past summer story. Orange leaves, mud-laden roads, the smell of spiced pumpkin soup but the trees age,
No matter the circumstances in life, no matter the kind of person; when the spirit is strong, hope survives and all negativity dies
The events that occured in the past encompasses some mystery. But ofcourse, they are history. However, the curious consciousness of mind still desires for answers.
Some memories we cherish and some we prefer to forget. This is one of such stories presented in the form of a poem.