Fallen leaves (2016 - ongoing)
Once upon a time, a letter was written from a small apartment inside a big residential complex at the outskirt of a big Indian city.
I have settled down here finally. I can see the open blue sky from the balcony. Cool breeze comes in. Boys play football on the ground like I used to play. But the ground is too small as the concretes are piled up at other sides. A big tree is here in front of my balcony; I do not know the name. Birds come here, a kind of purple flowers blossom there. It looks beautiful then. But I do not know how long it will be like this. Some high rises are being built far away. Do you remember I had a bicycle and I used to go around with it? It’s dangerous to drive bicycle on the roads with too many cars, but still I miss my bicycle here. There is a creek in front of our complex. That reminds me the pond in front of our home you know. I miss all of you. May be I miss everything what I left. I get a home like feeling here sometime. But it will be not forever, I know. After all it’s not home.
My office is not far away and job is going well. Please do not worry. Someone was telling that the office may be shifted again, may be to a different city. Everything else is fine. Please take care of your knee.