Saturday, December 6, 2008


Doorakazchakal : views from a distance

The Church was in a small hill. And at the beginning of the road, there was a huge metal gate. One can swing the gate on its hinges. I was a small boy. I used to stand on the gate and swing back and forth. Why I am remembering this now? After many years and many many miles apart, I am sitting here and want to go back to be the small boy climbing on the gate. That gate is long gone, so is most of the hill.. its mostly flattened now.

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