The memories of lying on my back under a starlit sky, counting the stars, the magic of the shooting stars. The moonlit nights had a different appeal. There’s something about the moon that has fascinated me as a child, the changing shape, the patterns on the moon or rather the craters. I have always found the moon enigmatic and mysterious. Each star had a different story to tell, I thought. There’s so much secret hidden in the dark blue night sky. But alas, the bright lights of development eventually hid the night sky.
One day, before I knew it, I was 40. I had dreaded that day once. Turning 40 is the official declaration of waning youth, or so I vainly thought in my early twenties – just stepped out of college, managed to get a job, new-found … Continue reading To the fabulous 40s
The old Bakul tree next to our gate is missing The mildly fragrant Bakul flowers that would be strewn under the tree through the year are missing Missing are the garlands that I used to string out of those flowers as a little girl The … Continue reading Somethings Missing