In this poignant poem, Dr Pragya deals with the tangible-intangible dualities of the mind, exclusively for Different Truths.
I'm on my way back to Pune The luggage is full of stuff I got in exchange for money Handicrafts, local sweets, souvenirs, pearls and jewellery made of shells No one knew, I handpicked little things openly for free More than anything, they are going to stay with me in the bank of my memory in the form of a story Rest everything will perish I will polish its tantalising beauty and turn it into precious gems from ordinary jiffies carefully saved in my photo gallery The seashells scattered on the shore The unfinished corals I couldn't ignore The island turned into heaven's gateway where I can revisit like popping flashes I brought along the breeze, the peace, the crashing waves, all of the tranquil place with our footprints on it like a fossil in my mind No extra baggage – I paid nothing Those security men on duty thought they scanned everything.
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths