#Fridayfotofiction: week #13 – heir
The peals of laughter echo through the baronial walls, the fragrance of roasted Littis wafts from the courtyard, Maa serves Baba and Dadi supper; her pallu securely draped over her head, Veeru and I lie on the straw, gazing at the billion stars; all these flashes of memories come revisiting me as I stand gazing at the derelict remains of Baba’s Haveli.
I have dreams of reviving the Haveli, by starting a school here. Dreams that will give the village children wings. But Maya has no inclination of backing me. She loves the city. Some dreams just have to crash mid-flight.