I feel things with my feet. Osmosis of physical spaces into my being happens through these little cruisers, which then turn into maps on the palm of my hand. My feet grazed the riverbed before submitting themselves to its perennial neighbor. When the nippy waters touched my feet, a wave of nostalgia gushed through me. Throughout these years, I have seen nostalgia slowly transforming into an imposter and betraying me. But here goes my heart, soaking in the instant gratification once again. In the ripples, I see once-familiar faces, each one smirking at me for still not being able to erase them from my mind. Their outlines and silhouettes reminded me of abandoned trains that haven’t forgotten the touch of railway tracks. In a rush of goosebumps, I bend down to hold those faces that faded away from my life. In a deja-vu, they slip away, leaving a souvenir of their stone-cold hearts in my hands. I stand there with a hand full of metaphorical hearts.

I am a puddle of confusion. Amidst this ebb and flow of emotions, I find fishlings nibbling at my feet. Are these the joys that sometimes brush up against my sleeve? The yin to this yang? I wish I could ask them that. They nibble out my apprehensions as well. But as the order of life goes, they swim their way back, carrying my questions into the shallow waters.  The purple seaweed stares at me. Purple is a magical mystery, simultaneously holding together the red of sunrise and blue of the skies. Purple makes it look easy the burden of carrying a charade. I can already feel it running in my veins.
The river shuns its subtlety while reflecting my inner debacle. Life flows like a river, they said. This statement is unraveling itself before me. Days turn into waves and crash land on the rocks of time. Fleeting poems form in each ripple and dissolve back into their existence. To stand amidst a scenery like this and not look around is a fallacy. With every turn of my head, I find something that humbles my being as a human. That is when I noticed a falling leaf slowly in a random motion. Caressing the water current, it directly falls on to the lap of the river and continues on its journey. A glimmer of light shone on the autumn leaf. My heart is at peace. I hope my single footprint of serendipity stands there as a testimony to it.

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