I never heard of leaves falling in September,  back home in Mumbai; where there was summer  throughout the year! And how it rained, as I  saw my paper boats race only a little and then turn  to shreds in the torrent. In Goa, in my school holidays,  it was tropical paradise – coconut palms, mango trees,   java … Continue reading So, I say a few things of endearment and love….: A poem