If I go anywhere else and settle, I fear, I’d miss this night. Of course there is night everywhere – the fields awash with faint starlight could continue to trigger weird imaginings in other villages as well, the night-time aromas could detonate the same memories in other towns too, and even the orchestra of nights could be recaptured faithfully to the last note anywhere else in the world. What else can one miss! But, still there is something here which … Continue reading
