Remembering bygone days

Back in COK to attend a long lost friends wedding. When I arrived home ( train was late, as usual ), Ma pounced on me and after our cursory hug and shake dance, dragged me upstairs to my room, and quite promptly asked me to clean up and discard all the old books and heaps of collections that I had acquired all these years. T'was in this heap that I met my old book of poems... doodles and idlings during my late school days. Should admit I was quite a romantic back then, reading thru those pages. Some I shudde at how I joined such a mis-match of words, and some still feel credible enough to survive out now.