Name an attraction or town close to home that you still haven’t got around to visiting.
There’s a park three lanes away
with a swing that still creaks politely,
waiting for someone who isn’t in a hurry.
I’ve never sat there.
I pass it daily,
like an unread message.
The tiny tea stall near the signal
the one with chipped cups and heroic ginger
I always say next time.
Next time has excellent attendance,
but never shows up.
A bookshop hiding behind the stationery store,
smelling of dust and old afternoons.
I know it exists.
I just don’t know it personally,
There’s a temple, a bakery, a quiet bench,
a road that bends instead of rushing straight
all close enough to wave at me,
far enough to be postponed.
Weekends arrive like they’ve grown wings,
Saturday yawns, Sunday sprints,
and suddenly it’s Monday again,
asking what I did with all that freedom.
Life keeps happening in the big, loud things
alarms, lists, groceries, deadlines
while the small places sit patiently,
unbothered by my excuses.
Maybe one day
I’ll take the long way home
just to meet them.
Not as a plan.
Just as a pause.
—Rajeshwari💕
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