The beautiful season

Why does it sometimes happen, some feelings feel like old and known? If we close our eyes and feel, then a convoy of nostalgia is decorated. As if these winds have brought a message, the fragrance of the soil, the slightest splash of rain, as if they had come from the same period. The stir in this city is the same, but then why is there an emptiness? Perhaps some people are not there and some fault is of the lost childhood. When paused and watched for a couple of moments, what a story the fate has woven! What to say about others, have lost myself in this journey. But this beautiful season seems to have brought back the old me, feels like it has arrived as a medicine on the wounds of time.