Poona memories

July 2016, I was brimming with words, in my shared flat where I had a room with a balcony and a study. One of the most memorable cities I have lived in, and possibly the best house that homed me so far for less than a year. Crucial coincidence though that as these pop-up on my Facebook account I have none on me—a steady flow of words, the rains against whose thin background I had written these, and a house, a home, that balcony, the lack of humidity.

July 18, 2016