The memory tokens! These are fragments that hold nothing but the grace of my past; Like hyperlinks to an elapsed life. Each one comes with small bundles of memories! Memories wrapped in colored papers and satin ribbons, Embracing nostalgia of yesteryear, Of people and places, Of moments frozen in time. These are souvenirs that recall life itself; Perhaps a story half told or left unsaid. Or a bliss we dared not to tell anyone, For the fear of losing its beauty when shared. A travel that made our vision more clear. Or a group hug that gave more warmth than camp fires. A golden sunrise from seashore, Or a misty morning in the mountains. A hot cuppa masala tea from Hyderabad streets, Or the routine strong coffee and 'kadi' from MSN/ Sanika. Or else the burger, french fries and sulaimani we used to have between 4.20 pm and 5.10 pm exact! A moonlit night on hostel roof, Or an ecstatic view of dawning hour from h...