Category: nostalgia

An Anecdote

The morning saunters through the small rusted gate, halts, captivated at the shrieks; ever animated, of bats and balls and hide and seek and at the gurgles of freedom, of long awaited vacations. While the local Jezebel dwelling in the daunting Jackfruit tree in the backyard; who gets maddened by torch light, the product of…