The Gust of Nostalgia

Hemmed in by the sound of crickets and the whiff of trees after rain, a tread dug up path through the woods… … That feeble sound of a treasured song, the stacked cassette rack overlooked, the eyed evolution of the music players… … Cherished photo albums in the corner of a room covered with an…

Father’s Day

As I see all the people wishing their own fathers, I try not to think about your absence. Not that father’s day has been a very notable day in our house, but today I felt impaired. I tried ignoring all the posts because I generally start crying when I think about you. Always. It’s unbearable….