Moments Unfolded with Romila
Travel is like opening the notebook of memory.
Wherever we go,
the scents, the streets, the sounds
unfold forgotten pages.
In the noise of a foreign city,
the village of childhood is heard.
Walking on a new road,
the old footsteps return.
Memories lie hidden, folded like paper;
only travel unfolds them,
and in the end, a great map appears—
linking the past with the present.
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