"Memories age like cherished wine, Maturing with time, their flavors intertwine, They mellow and deepen, rich and profound, Etching their presence, leaving imprints profound. Like weathered books on a dusty shelf, Memories gather wisdom, preserving oneself, Each chapter a story, both joyous and tough, Whispering secrets, reminding us of enough. They age like fine art, evolving in hue, Canvas of moments, both old and anew, Fading edges, softening lines, Yet their essence endures, as love intertwines. Memories age like a vintage melody, Echoing softly, a nostalgic symphony, The notes may waver, but their resonance strong, In melodies of laughter, and laments of song. They age like the stars, sparkling above, Shimmering remnants of the ones we love, Though time may pass, their light remains, Guiding us forward, soothing life's pains. So let memories age, gracefully worn, Treasures we carry, the moments adorned, For in their aging beauty, we come to find, The tapestry of life, woven through time. ©Anannya Choudhury "