That summer eons ago

When you and me met across the fields

To the aroma of magnolia and daisies

Cheerful laughter all around

That summer of buttercups and honeyed hearts,

was it real or an illusion!

As my memory plays tricks in these last days

I often hear you

And see the house where our dreams had a place

And we lived with abandon.

- Sudipta Mahapatra

Acrylic on canvas, 20x20cm, Available