#3Posted: April 1, 2007
I can still smell it. The strong comforting smell of soap mixed with sweat as I was gently swayed into the world of dreams on Grandma’s bosom.
I can still see it. The waves of that soothingly blue sea under the warm smiling sun, teasingly beckoning to us to join us.
I can still hear it. That carefree laughter of ours when playing in the rain seemed what life is all about.
I can still taste it. That idli we shared stealthily when we were supposed to be praying.
I can still feel it. Those safe arms of Mom and Dad, within which all anxieties cease to exist.
Yes, I still can, as if it was all yesterday. And I pray I shall always be able to.