Category Archives: memory

down memory lane… haiku


the monsoon breeze

the intoxicating scent of petrichor

a perfect trip down memory lane

warm memories…


beat the winter chill
with warm memories of yore
spread the happy vibe

your name… haiku


frosty winds winter chill
steamy breath on the window pane
did I write your name?



those raindrops
knocking on my window
come in memories



You’re asked to recite a poem (or song lyrics) from memory — what’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it has stayed, intact, in your mind?

Come on hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I’ve been given

I sit and talk to God
And he just laughs at my plans
My head speaks a language
I don’t understand

I just wanna feel real love
Feel the home that I live in
‘Cause I got too much life
Running through my veins, going to waste

This song ”FEEL” by Robbie Williams is an all time favorite of mine. It voices my mental state, and a real longing for your family and your home. Even the video of this song is dreamy and wonderful. For some strange reason, it reminds me of my father.


The Crow Tribe.



A beautiful memory of my childhood that haunts me even now. My father has me up in his arms and we are on the terrace of our house. On the adjacent terrace is a huge cement slab projecting outwards.On that slab there are around 20 to 30 crows. One crow out of them appeared to be the boss. As and when that crow jumped here and there all the other crows paid attention to him .Soon the leader crow flew and the others waited for him. Soon he came back and appeared to tell something to the others. Then one by one the other crows flew here and there as if going on some errands, assigned to them by the leader.

It was a beautiful memory, a vivid picture my father painted, that I can visualise even today. Just went on to make me believe that even birds have a world of their own.

It was much later I came to know that a group of crows is called a ”murder”

Also what my dad told me as a child, was actually true. It was quite possible that the group of crows was actually having a conference, because they are known to be among the world’s most intelligent animals.

Lovely, isn’t it!