joy

and the toddles

blew bubbles

in between giggles

feet&tales

As soon as we meet,
You sweep me off my feet
Making my heart skip a beat
Right there on the street.

Blue~

Under the blue skies of Kathmandu,

You and I, stuck like glue

Trying on the steps of Kung-fu,

Behind the prayer wheel at Swayambu

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dowhatyoucan withwhatyouhave whereyouare

Stencils!

Oh yes.

maybe

with time,

the memory of my small hands fitting in yours perfectly,

of your elbow resting on my head while walking down the small alleys, 

fighting to change the track  playing on the earplugs we shared, 

fighting again for the last piece of whatever we ate from the plate,

the billion tees you changed before stepping out,

the picture of you and me on your left,

the memory of you

is fading out.

maybe for the good- maybe not