It is a funny thing. Never can one understand what makes one nostalgic and why.
Yesterday I was sitting outside the house - a small effort to save electricity - where I need not switch on fan. There was a smoke coming from one of the laborer's shed near by. The evening time and smoke from the fire wood stove brought back childhood memories. One does not exactly think all these things. One just feels nostalgic.
Many many years ago, me and my son who was then 3 years were waiting for his school bus in the basement of our building. Suddenly there was a cool breeze. Which was a not a very common thing in desert town Muscat. And son told "Amma, it looks like Hasargod". Which happens to be husband's place. 3 year old Pradyoth, had hardly spent 2 days at a time in that place. But still he felt nostalgic.
Yesterday I was sitting outside the house - a small effort to save electricity - where I need not switch on fan. There was a smoke coming from one of the laborer's shed near by. The evening time and smoke from the fire wood stove brought back childhood memories. One does not exactly think all these things. One just feels nostalgic.
Many many years ago, me and my son who was then 3 years were waiting for his school bus in the basement of our building. Suddenly there was a cool breeze. Which was a not a very common thing in desert town Muscat. And son told "Amma, it looks like Hasargod". Which happens to be husband's place. 3 year old Pradyoth, had hardly spent 2 days at a time in that place. But still he felt nostalgic.
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