Remembering the Past

My loving cousin Nongmaithem Manihar Singh , had not seen for decades; how time can sting, after his passing I went to his home at Yairipok Bazar where memories roam to attend the Asti sanchay. That country market place miles from my house in Imphal I have not visited for a long time. During my childhood days long ago in the sun I wandered there often where the small market spun that was busy only at dusk selling fresh produce from the fields and ground. At the time of his mother's death more than two decades ago still it was a traditional marketplace. My mother her sister had passed away more than two decades before her leaving a silence that echoed evermore. After they left us our bond grew thin we have not seen each other ; it's been far too long since than. That day the rural landscape had changed so much from what I remembered, It felt like a touch.of nostalgia The market place now was much bigger, more bright modernised and crowded, a bustling sight. I recalled then the old days and my long past, with memories swirling like leaves in the air. 20.01.2021