In the evening, just when the sun is about to set, the glass windows reflect its fading light and turn the living room into a painting.
I wait for this hour with a cup of tea in my hand, the light makes the room look like a scene from an old film, like a nostalgic picture from the 90s. I can faintly hear an old Hindi song playing on a radio in the background, amma is in the kitchen, the walls of my old home are blue, clothes hang from a washing line, a scooter rattles past outside, its that slow quiet evening hour…
It’s interesting how a little sunlight can make the heart travel to another land in another time. For a few moments, I got to be in both places at once.










