My Home

The sweet scent of the hometown, the warmth of its air, memories taking their own timeleap backwards as the three-wheeler speeds towards 'my' home, those greying hair and wrinkling yet familiar faces of the neighborhood that recognize and greet you with twinkling eyes and broad smile, the silent welcome given by the front porch... the exuberance that these bring to you push back all the work and worries behind.
God hasn't made anything as a single unit even the time and experiences, just wait and take time to weave things together and connect the dots!! Live the moment!!