By Vedashree B N
We go way back to walking in the honey woods. They thick dark brown trees overflowing with the layers of honey.
Me and cousins, very young, would have a great demo of how to live like the tribes.
It's funny how we weren't scared just because we were young.
It's all in the forest, but it's also in the people with curious fingers. Invading and conquering isn't for the curious. It's for the adamant.
Harm comes on a big horse with swords and guns.
Curious comes in tiny boats.
It's all in that place. We go way back, wishing we could actually go back. Memories this tiny, last long, maybe because we had a spot freshly cut for it.
By Vedashree B N
Nostalgia
Beautiful!
Very Nice
A walk down the memory lane 👌🏼
This piece brings the reader on a nostalgic journey through the vivid imagery of walking in the "honey woods" and the memories of being young with cousins and exploring like tribes. The author's use of metaphor in describing the trees as "overflowing with the layers of honey" adds a sense of wonder and magic to the scene. The reflection on the contrast between curiosity and invasions/conquering is a thought-provoking one. The last sentence is particularly poignant as it highlights how these small and precious memories can last for a long time because they were so deeply ingrained in the mind. The author has a great ability to paint a picture with words and make the reader feel a sense of…