© I thought I saw you walking todayin the busy marketamong the rushing crowds You were wearing a shirt I hadn't seen you wear since over a decade The afternoon sun caught the rim of your glasses, which twinkled as you half looked behind you I could swear that you were smilingMy heart beat so… Continue reading An afternoon in late January
Tag: dad
Picnic
The local keepers chatted with the parrots to indulge us, but the smart birds weren’t playing. At best, we only caught a few words from one brave/silly enough to go against its mates- encouraged, I’m sure, by my glee and excitement.
There could never be another
He'd frequented the restaurant in his college days, he used to say; and no matter where we lunched, for dessert, he always took us there. It was a bustling place, quite popular, happily located on the busiest road -and on work trips to meet suppliers, if it was Sunday, he’d let me come too.
Memories by the bonfire
By the burning logs drifting smoke, drifting memories
After ‘After Apple-Picking’
Some of my most cherished schooldays' memories are preparing for exams in the early mornings or late evenings, on freezing winter days, by the warmth of the heater, when all the world was asleep, except for my dad who'd be busy preparing coffee for me in the kitchen and making sure I was well shielded… Continue reading After ‘After Apple-Picking’
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