Let me take you all, to a trip down the memory lane; when roads were narrow, but the love in the hearts reigned. Where bonding was simmered, in each household; Empathy, a way of living, as we grew up, we were always told. No boundary walls between homes or hearts the people one in pleasure and pain; loneliness was a word unheard of, people connected through smooth or rough terrain. When flowers were never a commodity, but a prized possession of each front yard; the spring was a time of blooming reds, with the fragrance of love, the colony was charged. The yellow Amaltas, and the Gulmohar Red, lined the by-lanes, as we cycled ahead; No worries in the world, complete and pure delight, life circled around friends; their words set everything right. As the pandemic, and the changing world, since the last few years, forced us to stay indoors; the urge to journey the past has grown, seeking the bonds that were real and pure. The past few years, how hard they have been; have forced us to re-align, take a journey within. trying to mend mistakes, before the time runs out; from the graveyard of memories, fresh bonds may sprout. The value of life, and people has soared, no time for repenting, no time to get bored; live in the moment, connect with ones who are your own, Enjoy each breath, shun the fear of unknown. Hope my short journey brought a wave in your hearts too; and aspired you to reconnect, invite the old into the new.