A beautiful evening welcomed me. As I entered that café with hanging lights in amber, A music to which I can tap my feet to, Friends chatting in the distant and A chap playing with the strings of a guitar. I was offered a seat by a gentleman, Called WissenMonk, a wise man. Boys and girls started to fill in the empty space, Drew their chairs to gather together around a table. And I felt more like a home in that public place... We exchanged our books, handshakes and also got to know each others' good names. The aura heated up with Raghavendra Sir's presence. He is a pleasure to the eyes and a peace to the heart ! Little did I knew that, I would be a part of such a beautiful evening ever, With poets and poetries, Book readings and shayaris. Be it the alluring tales of 'Whispers From Saraighat', Or the heart warming tenderness of his shayaris. Her beautiful poems ; filled with vibes of the cosmos, Or those praising words from the cool guy - the host, Who had tied all of us into one, And brought in so much of fun. You all are like a fine piece of an art ! And I am glad I am also a part of that art. *** Memory of 11th March, 2021. A poem composed in the memory of a special evening, spent with soulful friends and poetry reading at Cafe City Streets, Chandmari, Guwahati. Someone truly quoted "Humans, not places, make memories."