#family

I scroll through the insta reels mindlessly as I wait for my turn outside the neighborhood ATM. Even without looking up, I…

This place smells of the wonderful bond between cousins, of farm adventures, of tractor rides, of my first cycling lessons. It brings back flashes of memory of 6-7 children, trying to climb the trees in the orchard. It reminds me of how we were rebuked and thrashed by our respective parents for becoming unidentifiable under muddy clothes and faces covered with dust, as the day ended.