A Thing of the Past

The best things in life are often in the past. Only we humans reminisce and yearn for what we once had.

I’m only human.

I’d never say no to a road trip. On one such trip, we headed to Pondicherry to celebrate my parents’ anniversary—away from all our negative relative trouble.

On the way, I found, dangling from my brother’s rear view mirror, my peace.


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