Mnemonics

I’m reading our old chats

Why am I reading our old chats?

Somewhere in the middle of the jungle

A fallen tree is still visited by birds

Old books are read over and over again

Ruins of old times fascinate every visitor

Old poems and ancient scriptures

Are sacrosanct to every believing heart

Even childhood heartbreaks are dear to memories

Why shouldn’t I then read our old chats!

It’s my only hope of finding

The part of my soul

That lived through those midnight conversations