after Skype conversation with my boju (grandmother) back in kathmandu

faces grow old,
experiences gift wrinkles as souvenirs..
smiles become more meaningful
and tears reside depth of wisdom
nostalgia..
past become bittersweet memories..of innocence and learning..
small steps grow with bigger marks each day..
:)
every season as it changes..
the rust earned and the age lost all these years are forgotten by the warmth gained..

-2nd april 2013