For most of us who live in cities away from childhood homes, a trip back home is always full of surprises and a walk down memory lane. We rarely get the time to notice the changes, not in the things we lost, but in the people we loved the most, our parents. And sometimes, when we stop rushing through busy lives and let the tiniest memories wash over our senses, we feel, a true sense of being, at home. Debleena Roy writes a short story.
Here is a poem about the tapestry of memories we create and the relationship between time, love, memories and our own fragility. Satyam Pati attempts to express in words the depth that creates nostalgia.
Prone to going on nostalgia trips often, Vani Viswanathan wonders how much of nostalgia is healthy.