Sepia
Nostalgia is best expressed In sepia, the gloomy discordant colour of fondness for better days, and sorrow for their passing. My favourite pastime during childhood was in the library of a girls college where my mother is a librarian, like a dragon who sleeps on her treasures my mother rarely allowed anyone access to the sacred archives, A privilege that I abused as often as I could. Stuffing an ancient print of Rudyard Kipling’s Kim down my back only to wonder at the rash I got from god knows what strange insect taking exception to the sudden mishandling of what it considered to all intents and purposes, its home. Wrapping a cotton hanky around my face and excavating strange tomes in german, finding my very first copy of the adventures of tom sawyer behind a set of Sanskrit treatises on the Ramayana.
