The hope that a remote memory can manufacture is nonplussing! I don't know when I watched it. I doubt if I've ever watched it. I remember the theme song of some soap on the national channel. 'Vishalam neeye vizhithezhuluvai, visithiramai un sarithiramae..' The simple tune, the unclouded voice. It gave an impression of change. Immense and intense change!. Change is alluring, the anticipation of change is comforting and the memory of anticipation is enthralling. Change awaits me, the change of future into the past. Nevertheless, it's a change..
CHANGE! possess me, consume me