Nainital, year 1984

This is probably the only photo of you and mummy, where you seem happy and in love.
Or is it me who desperately wants to see a happy family?

I often imagine if you were with mother, you both would be living together. Sharing a life of peace and love. She might not have moved to an ashram, and continued to live a family life.
There will be no space for loneliness or discontentment. In my imagination, I see her happy with you.

For many years, I thought it was all a lie. You would surprise us and tell a story that how you lost your way back home or

What about people who are alive? How do they find peace?

Shall I look for the answers in the broken feathers or in the floating clouds?

Some paths you walked might have washed away in the floods. Some trees you have touched might have become part of the earth. The houses you had built might have crumbled now.