The bond

No matter how far we go away for bread, the place of our birth remains close to our heart. The years just cannot take away that oneness of our being with the place where our parents and their parents lived.



Sweet, sweet Kochi.. our breath, our heart beat together.
Its air, its smell.. brought me back all those which I have forgotten for so many years, the moment I stepped on her ground again.
Perhaps, its unpardonable to look beyond her..even for bread.