Well, I am writing after ages...not because I don't get to sit in front of my machine (I do that for a living!!!!) but maybe because I did not have anything to write for so long! Or maybe because my thoughts were so scattered that they just wouldn't come and sit together!

I was thinking since the last few days...I wanted to put them all down...the way they came to me...but if I did that, this would probably read rather incoherent! And I wouldn't want anyone to form an opinion about my mental state after reading that! Well, not that I have much sorted out right now but there are more prominent pictures now...of my childhood...people who mattered to me, but are not there anymore to heal my wounds...of places...of smells...of scenes.

A lot of my childhood days were spent in a small hill town...the misty smell of pines...the cloud suddenly passing through you leaving a wetness on your clothes...the steps that we as children used to climb up and down just to play and hide somewhere...the little water spring that had the sweetest water in the world and yet the water was not to be drunk...the small woods around the graveyard at the back of the locality, with a tiny chapel and a few old coffins buried deep within the ground...I can see them all...I can feel them all...but I can never go back to them again! Oh how I wish I could...

I could go on writing about that place...endlessly! And go on wiping the tears that trickle down my eyes right now...I can never ever go back to all that!