I am scared to open my window, ever since they raised a concrete wall across from it.
I know the old mango tree is hidden from view now- the one we used to climb and fall in our carefree childhood.
No longer do the shadows of leaves flicker on my window panes in the evenings.
They are all gone.
Yet, the light remains. Bright, boring light.
No matter how hard I try to shut the world outside, it creeps in through this light-
To steal my memories.
I am scared to open my window.
What if I get used to the new view?
What if I forget the old one?
And when will they be back to rob the soil of its petrichor?
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