NOVEMBER 2016
Today, I lost and found myself while exploring the streets of childhood!
It was a trance-like state, as I walked inside the house where I was born. The backyard. The old garage. The dried-up well. Those crumbling walls.
The present occupants were kind enough to allow an insane-looking stranger, without any business, to enter their premises.
A medley of sounds reverberated throughout- my late mother singing, friends laughing, the cooker whistling, birds chirping, buses plying and my pet dog barking. I climbed up the guava tree one more time. I opened and shut the main gate, over and over again, to hear the joyful clanging of my parents returning from work.
It was a pilgrimage. My salmon run.
Yes! I am back where I was born. For good.
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