I am wondering if I could knit flashes of my dreams into a good storyline. I recall blocks of it and here I try to summarize them.
Scene 1:
Taking not one stop past nilgiris, like only yesterday and old mumbai was close enough. The breeze from arabian sea pacified the moist and sweet summer through the silk curtains in the dark room as the wind blew over my face while I lay in my bed, as if a sweet lullaby to my ears.
Scene 2:
Stepping out towards the porch, over the steep cliff I could still see maestro musicians playing with palm trees cast in the backdrop. We drove over the hills of bhuntar, through kullu valley.
Scene 3:
The child climbs up the stairs of his grandfather's house to the terrace. Somebody is in the house praying. another woman is cooking. There's a doll old, bald in a blue dress somewhere up the shelf, a vinyl record and a defunct record player may still work. A flight of stairs that lead to the room of intoxicating smell of sandalwood.
(To be contd.)
Scene 3 reminds of my childhood ,i had a doll with bald head ,who hair i cut myself and stitched a blue dress too ,I loved my doll a lot,but lost it in my summer holidays .
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