Wordsworth’s poem used the proverb ‘The child is the father of the man’. For many it denotes the unchanged man, about habits of childhood shaping the adult. For me it always reminds me of the little circles of life we complete before we get to a full circle… When I first wore my dad’s shoe and it perfectly fit me, it was one circle; when … Continue reading Circles of Life – Visiting my Home Town
Even the weirdest things can reconstruct memories. Today I had brought Lunch from home. Nothing exotic, some Chappati and potato stew made in coconut milk one of my all time favorites (Well not really, I love the poori and baji that you use to get in the Indian Railways better). Yesterday I had this yearning to eat this old fashion stew we use to make … Continue reading How a lunch today reconstructed some old memories
Bury them today So tomorrow will be new Tear into pieces So new ones can be taken memories & photos Continue reading Memories
Vinod Narayan 