The empty nest story

There are myriad ways one misses a child, simply mind boggling and impossible to recount. The feeling runs deep inside – for me it defies expression.

The parallels

Home is sanctuary parallel – one feels safe and comforted when one reaches there. However scanty and impoverished it maybe.’

The place called home

Home – the more I think,  it seems to be a phenomenon. Originating deep from within,  spreading in widening concentric circles, it keeps expanding its scope.