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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Endlessly

  I walk through the house Listlessly It seems so big somehow And so empty. I strain my ears. Is that your voice I hear? That laugh that was so typically you. I close my eyes and I can breathe in the scent of your body, Feel its warmth surrounding me. I reach out and…

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No Books!

This post is written in response to a prompt on Friday Reflections on  Write Tribe The prompt was “A room without books is like a body without a soul.” – Marcus Tullius Cicero No Books!?! “Get up”  My mother in law shook me awake. It was the day after my wedding. I sat up sleepily and…

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