Some things never age. They remain embedded in our thoughts and prove their existence from time to time on some pretext or the other. We value them. We value their sudden intrusions in our lives, probably because they are associated with something worthwhile from our past. Memories are what we gather throughout our lives; picking them up from the sands on which the river of life leaves them. Like shells. Memories keep popping up. Like a song on a radio! The sweet strains of music waft through the folds of the brain, clearing them of bitterness, toxicity, irritation. Voice from the sky… Awakening of memories Transporting me back. PS : Indian radio station is known as "Akashvani", meaning-Voice from the sky". This is an attempted tribute to the growing up years with the radio.
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