Second slice: A photograph I'm having photographs for lunch. But they're stuck between the platter of the plastic sleeves of album. They've lost their original colour. They're stale. They've become pale. Still I plucked and threw them into my mouth circumventing to gulp rather to chew. Ah! But memories got lodge inside my mouth. I need to chew. I can't gulp them down. They've surrounded my taste buds uniformly with non-uniform taste. some parts are sweet, some