In the memory of Coffee and Crisp newspaper

Soon, even the memory would seem ancient...

in this era of new media...

I miss holding the crisp morning newspaper with a mug of coffee my mom makes...

and reading every nook and corner

cartoon, small poems, birthday message from x to y,

love notes from b to c...

'trying' to understand all words in the editorial,

science section was my favourite...

politics- good to see who those old ppl are and what they were called...

looking at the jobs section and wondering if i would be a doctor or an engineer or a pilot,

forgetting that i was blocking everybody else from using the bathroom,

lost in the world of crisp morning newspaper...

and how i miss you now!