To Lushkin : 14 August 2005 | 6 June 2016 






A bedsit.

A murderous gas fire bent in sending me across the road.

A window.

I encountered this sanctuary in the midst of the city.

Fall of 1976.

I survived the gas fire.

Madonna, in her silence, greeted me.

Those ancient trees,enchanting reminders of my deep dreams.

Philip Larkin’s words, later, found a home in me.