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A darkness is falling on this  too busy, too involved world, too much involved in itself,  In our conversations with each other t here is not much substance  anyway,  as the shadows of triviality have gathered, c hoking the fire in our hearts  that we forget to celebrate those who gave substance to our life,  Fire in relationships is being extinguished,  the sun has gone out of them, Blocking the  passage for the light of love to enter and memories to be made and held easily  With the virtual stores of our memories The real store of these transactions is being shut! and in the smoke being emanated from this burning off  human relationships with humans a re being rewritten in borrowed words, and texts in smilies, in claps, and love hearts made of colour of blood! 

  A place that was home, that street that held my world! Neera   A place that was home, that home that was my world Is still somewhere as I left it!   I can still see that street of seven houses where my childhood is still clinging to each door, or hanging with my mother’s   washing soaking in the sun, and floating in the wind. That massi, that Raju’s daadi that noisy and nosey auntie Patialan with four kids sitting on the sill shelling peas and shouting comments, that I hear still!   I hear my friends playing in the street As I topple the seven shiny tiles with my rubber ball and running away madly and they chasing me all Calling "Pithoo pithoo pithoo", I can still hear and the sun is still setting and my mother’s still calling me home!   I can still feel the rush that I felt Can smell the almond fragrance that I smelt And strange desires like unknown neighbours, where met me at every nook and c...

Nostalgia,  About the same times spent the period and  the stories shared  and the songs heard, When shared among those by those who share a past,  of a family,  culture,  country. it binds them transports them into a shared zone in a shared place of comfort, enjoyment, sharing grief, laughter, tears!  An Indian, an Afghani, and a Pakistani, travelling together in a van, one is the hostage, the other is the terrorist, and the last one is the driver, a mercenary, all enemies in a hostile situation, are listening to a Bollywood song playing on the radio in the van, suddenly all start singing along, forgetting their enmity, fear or hatred for one another! (A scene from a Bollywood movie, I had watched a few years ago). Lets get nostalgic! (Heard about the role of shared nostalgic moments in team building on Radio National Counter Point today)

On my last day, while packing my suitcases, I heard her say in a meek voice "When will you come back again?"  Yes 'back' and 'again' both adverbs go together here.  This grammatical combination is usually meant to be used for the annual, or biannual visits of those who live in another country and come back 'home' to renew their relationship with their homeland!  Coming back here is not forever but is to go away again.  But, yes, we keep coming back, again and again. Bound by the ties of love and memories.  Migratory birds keep coming back to the same places, in the same season, year after year, till the seasons actually change, it gets cold where it used to be hot, and dries up, where it used to rain! Their instincts tell them, it is time to stop coming back, and go somewhere else. Do we humans also understand what we know, what our instincts tell us, it is time!  "Not sure dear!"! I had said.