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 with me.