From the Greenest of Grasses
Every six years; or every day, as an old friend puts it; we change; our perspective, our ideals and probably even what we love; and if there is so much of change around us, probably it’s not the change but it’s us, who change. Ostensibly; it’s quite a sight from where he writes this; under the shade of thick trees, seated on a chair with his legs crossed on another one and some really fine grass underneath him. Then, right in front of him, across a tennis court, there stands an old but still imposing building in red; something so akin to the old British architecture in the subcontinent and all around the lawn, there’s more; there’s more greenery; from budding saplings to majestic trees and add to it, the background filled with some really melodious humming of birds. Then, it’s a pleasantly clouded evening and he sit with his laptop, above some of the greenest grasses you will find in this town; a town that has always been so close to his heart and at a time when most nov...