Farewell, Old Guard…

  Old buildings are like old people. With creaking spines and leaking pipes. With cranky roofs and wrangy temperament. With wrinkled façades sprinkled with a sparkling wit and crackling cynicism.   Old buildings are like old books. Every fold in their skin holds a story between them; waiting to be held, caressed and soothed. A …

Sentinels of yore…Its time to wake up!

Old Grey houses bleeding tears of casual coral and muted maroon. Row after row after row of lackadaisical cobblestone aligned next to each other; sharing only walls not wails. Deathly pale, standing still as though for a military drill that never was... Lanes and by lanes filled with mud, darkness and poverty criss-cross these old …

I will keep the lights on…

  I try not to stare. It’s been a while and you don’t look the same. Yet there’s that charming familiarity that’s warming the air. Were you always this pale? Did I never notice earlier?   The triple windows are wide open. A couple of Red Whiskered Bulbuls try to catch my attention; I throw …