Soaring

Another chunk of life is on my wings. Memories have been packed up and shipped to another city.

The times had been good.
Glimpsed this place. Saw cooked-rice grains falling softly, like snow, on top of each other and wondered if they have souls. Adversities breed character.
Lived that age. Timeless and silent, they stand terribly alone.
Met people on roads, in buses and trains, who stopped to share tiny bits of their lives with me.
Went up a spiral staircase and was glad when it finally ended.
Met myself and I am surprised again.

Little pieces of us live in the future - in dreams and tomorrows. One day, we shall meet those tiny ones and be whole.