Last night i had a dream….a dream where those memoirs of the past started swirling in a never ending vortex. My subconscious presumed the worst from my previous experience in watching Discovery channel..”Was I dying?”…but it seemed so heavenly..how can death be so much gleeful? Those great moments of my life that i’d not even trade for the flying Dutchman’s ship were passing by…those happy hours beside the bank of river brahmaputra,back when there were no statics-dynamics, no trig or carshoff’s law…my cycling hours with my friends..the green Meadows with tiny brick roads in B.A.U

Dream-tree

where we thrived..and our only companions were the warmth of the wind,the (more…)