A box of Cookies

 The Green Door  I opened the green door  First thing that I heard was the memory's roar 15,years since that lock was touched, the rust looked like gold and  the lock itself like a museum load When I opened the door  A wave of dust just came running to hug me     With that a ball came rolling It seems such as the wind had made it's mind of trolling with each step that I took further, I found a piece of my life, I found pieces of my life which were forgotten long ago.  Like a movie, those bits and pieces were showing me my forgotten life. Each and every step showered me with glimpses of what I had forgotten. with each inch which I took, I discovered the forgotten relics of my life  such as that old dusty books lying in the corner  or that smiling photo of mine which was just starring at me for some reason  not to forget that football which my legs loved each and every day.  Now, its just me gazing at the window with a tear ...

 A STREET  "Is that really you?" "Yes, it is really me." "Well, never thought that I would see you ever again" "Yes, I know, I just disappeared." "Yes, a boy who used to come to play daily and would just let the game run into his veins while playing, was not to be seen again and that no one thought that would be your last score, a last moment of yours which we all were seeing."  "Even I did not know that it would be my last". "I visited once to have a check on you but it was the last time I saw that green door with a big lock and as far as I have heard that green door was never opened since that." "I know, I have the key right now in my pocket." "Go open it you will find a burst of memories inside it."  "I don't even know how long has it been." "15 years." "Woah, that's long enough." "I know, you would not even remember this street." "In fact so...