I remember those pale walls
I remember that metal door
Ceiling ambled by spiders and lizards
Cleaning spider webs was her weekly chore
She mopped, like her life relied on it
You could see your reflection in the marble floor
She lived a zero-waste lifestyle
Our broken toys lived in the store
Evenings were warmed by tea and popcorn
Hopscotch on the rooftop, nobody kept score
Ticking of the wooden clock at night
Howls of stray dogs, scared me to the core
But mornings were a different story
Grandma’s parathas pushed all the fears ashore
I can ramble till an eternity
Don’t wanna sound like a bore
It’s tale of a humble castle
Where no soul lives anymore.
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Written for NaPoWriMo 2020
Prompt: A specific place — a particular house or store or school or office.
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