Strangely Yours
The morning sunshine descends through the branches of mango trees.
I felt somewhat lost here. No doubt, I was in the backyard of my grandfather's old house, but I was having a hard time recognizing some of the topography. Things had changed. Most of the mango trees were certainly new and I was like a stranger in their midst. Beautiful though the surroundings were, a wistful realization dawned upon me that a part of my old world was lost to me for ever.