Reminiscences

In grey zones of my cerebral hemisphere lies A wild village almost buried under debris of bygone years.And in the mozaic of my memory stands adamant ahouse with clay walls old, unrenovated,visible from its windows unending stretch of wilderness-Long winter nights spent under its roof listening to the elegiac notes of howling jackals,shepherds'huts in vicinity Their hounds vigilantly guarding goats from ravenous wolves,rain pouring menacingly,ceiling oozing and cowdung-coated floors getting damp Today inhabiting an industrial desert,dwelling a company quarter with amenities makes difference With fragrance of life missing