The Dance of Nostalgia

My eyes dance
with a special sparkle
when I think of her,

My grandma.

Her stories brought alive
the writer in me,
making my imagination
waltz with my words.

Her songs taught me
more than notes of music,
allowing my voice to
slow dance with her wisdom.

Her jokes and laughter
kept me energized
like feet moving in rhythm
for an edgy, intense Hip Hop.

Every time, my mind travels
to the corners of these lanes of nostalgia,
my heart dances,
admiring the beauty in each memory,
akin to the quiet elegance of a ballet
in which, grace meets unseen energy.

Just the way our memories
meet at the slightest trigger.
like feet moving in reflex to upbeat music.

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