The sky is low, the clouds are mean…

Monsoons bring a deluge of childhood memories! The cold and wet mornings, start of the new academic year, fresh smell of new textbooks and notebooks, long interesting book wrapping sessions, pasting name slips on the neatly wrapped books, new umbrellas with carefully chosen beautiful glass handles with a mild aroma, paper boats… all were partContinue reading “The sky is low, the clouds are mean…”

MAY the month bid farewell!

May too is standing at the threshold, turning back and waving her hands bidding goodbye… How quickly the months fly! The red hot May brought with her a bundle of pleasant childhood memories, more intense and heartbreaking memories of loss too…May will be back next year, but those who were snatched away by May willContinue reading “MAY the month bid farewell!”