From reality to a dream

I came back from Egypt last evening, but the memory of it still lingers in my thoughts, like fresh mountain dew on 'don't want to let go leaves'
It feels as parts of me have been left behind, some in the pyramids, some in the haunting tombs, few in the local streets of the cities......

Memories, irrespective of time and events, remain untouched and unstained.

With me here, my soul still hangs on to history-
the history of ancient Egypt...