A Walk Through Memories (Part 4)

(<<< Part-3 || Part-5 >>>) The pitter-patter of rain is music to my ears as I stir from my sleep. For a moment, I wonder where I am. I look around to see no one near me, and I panic. But the music drifts in through the window, and I feel at home once again, … Read more A Walk Through Memories (Part 4)


to tranquil tones of devotional music, I see you dancing with the silent wind, sultry yet pleasant; above your eyes, the heads of palms, areca and coconut, kiss the silent wind beneath the blue sky, unmarred by clouds; I hear the gurgling of the river nearby, carried eagerly to my waiting ears, and I feel … Read more Thiruvanchikulam