NOSTALGIA
When I reported bouts of fatigue
and a general disinterest,
a wellness coach recommended tapping exercises
to refresh the nerve centres,
a physician prescribed vitamins
to address latent deficiencies,
and a well-meaning friend suggested
frequent coffee runs to stay upbeat.
All these practices had little to no impact.
I remained aloof and unstimulated,
gathering impressions,
without filters or biases,
like a faded grey trough
collecting raindrops and grime.
An unlikely cure came through
motley photographs
lying semi-conspicuously
beneath obsolete folders and trinkets.
The people in them
were askew and bleached,
but their charm remained alive
even after years of wear.
I had hoped one of them
would text or call, but in vain.
I finally caved and teared up—
the loveliness of the past,
meant to cajole and coddle,
left me by the curb,
and sped away to the future.
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Bhanusree S. Kumar is a writer from Kerala, India. Her poems have appeared in Topical Poetry, Lakeview International Journal of Literature and Arts, The New Indian Express, Lions’ Voice, and Heart-Bytes. She is currently working as an AI/LLM Analyst at a data engineering company. Besides writing, she also enjoys listening to classical music and dabbling in watercolor painting.
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