Monday, September 2, 2013


'Mahalaya' reminded me of Dad's old transistor radio.

Its funny how childhood memories creep up on such auspicious days, like stumbling upon a hidden treasure somewhere, yes that's how it felt like- a little child finding his broken toy amidst a junkyard.

And may be that's why such days are important - for that little child and his lost toy. 
For that possibility of memory.