Memories did not.
His heart was at peace.
But mind was not.
Lips curled a smile on seeing the family he had left behind.
The tearful eyes said a different story.
The walls of his room,felt safe.
But yet he felt chlostophobiac.
It was as if, the repeated hugs from friends held him together.
Yet something crushed him from insides.
With his dear ones,time seemed to be ticking away in a flash.
But why did the fifteen years seem so long?
His life was finally his,full of love and care.
But then why was his mind full of suspicion?
Was he mentally unstable?Was he on drugs? No.
He was the prisoner of war who had escaped from fifteen years of hell.