The Way of the Butterflies

/Concept: In Titli Marg, Malgudi Days meets Reply 1988/

It's been fifteen years, but Junoon can still trace out the winding streets of Titli Marg on the back of her hand. She can still smell the winter sunlight on the cracked pavements and hear the chatter of aunties basking on their rooftops.

She always knew there was no sense behind these cities or streets, nothing was planned- but somehow, she knew nothing else would've made sense. In her neighbourhood, everything that exists, exists in the moment. What was in only in memory, and what is to come is only in dreams.

A part of the city lives in her, a part of some city lives in you. Will you embrace this slice of your life, a bitter-sweet-sour taste that will linger in your mouth forever?