That night, in my dream, I found myself back in school, strolling around the old abandoned wing of the huge complex where the early years of my life, the precious moments of my teenage were still safely tucked away in the cracks of the crumbling walls now partially encroached by an ancient banyan tree. Its hanging roots cried out my name.
Dubuuk Dubuuk The bubbles burst and dispersed as I slowly dived in. The sound was fuller but muffled and gradually it dribbled down to a dullness my ears couldn’t quite catch. The outside world, the world I belong to, was blocked shut, and the world I was descending into had its own set of rules… Continue reading Diving deep