The anticipation of Wada Pav The noise of Sunday home. The chaos of the weekend The urge to be unaware many things. The many lists looking back. The why’s and why’s not in the mind. The bags waiting to be packed. The busy November looking back. The warmth of meeting after a long time. The goodbye already lingering in the air. The stories which will happen at the airport. The memories which we will unpack. The October like a blank page. The November already trapped.
It’s going to be a busy year for me now and with too many things looking back I had to write a poem to stay calm.
