With heavy steps,a heavier bag,back from school as I climbed up the stairs to the third floor,the fragrance of Amma would reach me much before i placed my feet on the last step-the smell of condiments,the rustle of her cotton saree,"aa jao Beta...darwaaza khula hai"...celebrating my home coming.No perfume of arabia could ever be a substitute for this sweet fragrance-my mother
This blog is an interstice for me.A space. A niche sacred to me.It's a place I get back to whenever I feel the need to connect with the self.
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