carefully reconstructed
remnants of memories
do not fill the void inside.
I still long for
snug woolliness
of cloud-like imagination
which carried me through
childhood years
this is what it looks like
-a well-crafted replica
of irreplaceable, inimitable
conceptual treasures
lost in growing up.
(44 words)
All about reminiscences of a lost era
Reena Saxena 
Yes, that hard to touch grief for a lost era.
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Lovely write Reena. So much to miss in childhood, but if you think about it so much retained too..
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Yes. Retention draws us back to those ‘silly’ things.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Well written, Reena – how we all miss our childhoods – at least the whimsy
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We discover to our dismay, that logic after all, is not as amazing as fantasy.
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Yes – loss of innocence.
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Beautifully written Reena
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Thank you!
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Lovely memories brought to life if only for a day are treasurers to the spirit. Sad that we would lose it in growing up, that our world, “(lost era)”, has changed so much. Thank you Reena for sharing your loveliness.
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Thank you so much, Helene!
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My pleasure Reena.
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Loved your tones of nostalgia.
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Thanks, Sadje! Was just reading something in a school reunion Whatsapp group, and this popped up.
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Yes, our rose colored memories.
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Wonderfully penned, My Dear! Love pieces on memory and childhood!! Bellissimo!!
xoxoxo
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Thank you so much!
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