We all have that one special place where we live and re-live our lives. A place where, when with our people, we are at peace.
For me, its a beautiful house in a equally beautiful and small village of Konkan, Burambad. It is a place which, every year that I have been visiting, has remained exactly the same. Frozen in time and space. This is the place about which I used to write essays when in school, draw about in drawing classes. Continue reading Down The Memory Lane…
