I roamed around the first floor of my house. I was not exactly pacing back and forth from the kitchen to the living room. I was not anxious in any way. I stopped for a reason that would have escaped through my subconscious. I sat on the arm on the chocolate brown leather couch and stared at the staircase. Seated on the bench, my mother sent me indifferent looks.She laughed silently. “What?” I...

Take me to that place we once knew so well... I see things and they remind me of this place. Take me there. It's almost as if the sun shines differently in this place, compared to how it does now. The sun's brighter. The land's magical.Have you ever looked at a picture or went to a place, and even though you have no real relation to the picture or place, it just reminds you of an aspect in your...