Misty Water Coloured Memories... of Days Gone By....

On Ramadhans late evenings or early mornings, particularly post sahur, whence the stillness of the dark hued heavens imbued into the quaint constituency of the situation, Papa inadvertently did a little reminiscing. A perculiarly nostalgic excursion to no avail or into nothingness, of the romantically poignant early mid-summer evening's walk along London's embankment many many years ago. Whenceforth flippant emotions turned sentimental. Should a love interest be alongside, during that magical moment perchance a marriage proposition could have been contemplated if not actually pronounced. It was sooo romantic.
Although never has he been to Venice, the simile of the enamoured couple in the gondola could be invoked particularly so when serenaded side long by the gondolier. Perhaps Papa wanted to relieve these fleeting moments of nostalgia, the profoundly so called ~water shed~ like occurences throughout his rueful existences. In other words, Papa only wanted to relieve his lost youth, rekindling memories that should have long ago be discarded into the dustbins of history. Undeniably leading him to spent all excess energy into perenially chasing after the perfect jelitawan, of whom, in the very least is wholesomely ~mythical~!