In a Curio Shop

Photograph Ria C.

Just like this 

In an old curio shop,

I will find you someday.

In an old curio shop in Darjeeling.

In the layers of unattended dust,

In the smell of the past

In-between Time kept for sale.

Through  the language of the mountain breeze,

I Will find you someday.

There, 

Where scripted flags welcome you,

Where old stones sit on clay teapots,

Where it is always winter

And climbing a kilometer feels like your own cozy bed.

There I shall find you someday.

I will find you

In a place where it smells like Nostalgia

In an old curio shop

in the mountains.

Who are you

If not me?