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DRAFT NO. 16

It was 16th of September when I
first started seeing seasons.
I started my journey with a

warm summer afternoon,
when a new chapter of my
life started to play.

Grandpa would drop us

off at school
with a smile so warm and kind,
like the sun that brightens my whole life.
And after the bell rang he'd be there
with his old scooty, ready to drive.

He’d pick us up with stories and laughter,
in his arms we’d find a world
of joy and comfort, with memories intertwined.

Then came monsoon, when I turned sixteen,
A time of new dreams, where hopes were seen.
I began to write with a heart so bold,
Crafting many stories and songs as they
say in drafts of my computer screen,
Waiting for the day they'll be finally seen.
I still await the day when my drafts
turn into a book and comes to life.

Then came winter with my grandma's warm
embrace,
a refuge in winter's grace.
But seasons change and time does
flow grandma's memories linger then they go,
no matter how much you want to hold.

Her memories felt like mornings tear,
reflecting all that we hold dear.
In winters breath we find our way,
Cherishing the warmth of the memories
that started fading away.

KRISHNA YADAV
ALLUMNI

SDCCL PUBLIC SCHOOL
SIKKA - JAMNAGAR

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