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.



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