Amit SenguptaThis is the time when we used to wait for the nip in the air. It would come, touching the inside of our skin with a soft shiver, like a tangible touch, and we knew that it has arrived. We loved it when it came for the first time, this slightly chilly nip in the air. And along with it, the dark nocturnal expanse, the evening fog like apparitions, the scary ghost stories, the hidden secrets under the stairs, the nuanced, the unstated mysteries, the Enid Blyton famous five books, smelling of bark, leaves, petals and lavender, and, inside...
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