My Grandma’s house

It’s been a long time since I walked down this road. A really, really long time. The last time I was here 30 years ago, there were houses that lined the street. Houses owned by families I knew. Now there are monstrous buildings with families who barely know each other. I sigh as I stand…

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Sundays in Thane in the 1960s

I have been born and brought up in Thane. Though today it is a bustling metropolis, fifty odd years ago it was a small cluster of villages and everyone knew everyone. I loved the fact that hens and ducks and pigs roamed the streets and that you could hear the church bell peal in the…

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NaPoWriMo – day 13 Drunken Nostalgia

    Drunken Nostalgia Chilled beer Warm summer afternoons Abba playing in the background. Voulez vous ? Oh yes I would! I would so go back to those days, Of LP records, And yelling out the lyrics at the top of our voices! Of making jugsful of Rasna And suddenly I am running barefoot On…

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