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[The words were given 'façade' and 'rendezvous' by one of my friends. Then the poem finds its relevance to some recent incidents I am going through; 8-Jun-2021.]

A car was sitting there

In the façade

With a lady in it

Shall I say both were weathered

Yet elegant

How old she could be

Or the car

That it is red and tattered

Wonder what she might smell like

Or how does her eyes smile

Does she too like living in an offbeat

And defies life

Rendezvousing with memory

I am sitting near my window

Longing for the long-lost

Cuddles of father

I try to remember

How did mother smell

When she pulled me out of my blanket

In those wintery mornings

Did her eyes smile too

I looked out towards the façade

The car is gone

And so is the lady

Memory is an old car

Red, tattered

Yet detailed and enduring.