I enter the gates…. I enter home…...
up the stairs ….. I smell a cake being baked….
is that someone over the phone?
Whose baby is crying? I keep climbing….
I hear the voice of the actors on a television show….
I smell fresh masala being fried……
I hear a dog bark and it’s not mine…..
I hear a door bang close….. I keep walking
….is that laughter coming out of that door?
The song of Robbie William’s Angel fills my ears…
or was it Beatles?
All doors are closed in front of me… am I locked out?
I reach a door…I ring a bell
and there my mother greets me with a warm welcome
….and bang another door closes!!!!
