There was a time I used to live in a place called Home It was warm welcoming and seemed very own. There was this tree that came up with red flowers every spring,A far off school that woke me up with its morning ring. There was a season called the monsoon When skies got overcast…… Continue reading There was a TIME!
Familiar roads, the taste of a sweet flower juice, Durga Pujo concert rehearsals and then an old tune, I often wake up with this and similar other incoherent dreams, which kind of take me back to my roots, the place where I grew up. Last afternoon I revisited my childhood home while on a trip…… Continue reading Can I please go back?