A deeply reflective journey into the magic realism in childhood memories. Discover how the haunting nostalgia of a chandan tree and magnolia blooms can shape our adult lives. As I sit on the wooden stool in my high rise balcony surrounded by earthen pots overflowing with jasmine and kamini and roses that I tend with an obsessive devotion the concrete city below begins to fade into a quiet hum. I am not truly sitting on that slab suspended above the roaring traffic. I have transported my spirit into the lush emerald gardens of my youth doing all this delicate gardening…
Rain, Raincoat & a Rifle : Rain has a distinct utility. It has a calming effect and power to cultivate your memory. Especially if it is a weekend and mug full of fine Lankan tea in hand. Clouds having a game all day and how I enjoy that. Could get very tricky for the mind. And so it has happened to me. Trudging my memory back to the 80’s. According to newspapers – Maradona has a Hand of God, Afghan warlords were then called Mujahideens and Dhakaites tolerating the autocratic regime. And I, a little boy from Paltan enjoying my…







