A Summer Without Warmth Beneath the Banyan Tree

Those vanished years seem to lie behind a pane of dust-covered glass, yet the shadow called youth is clearly imprinted there. Fingers glide gently over it, leaving marks both deep and faint. Time is both poison and cure. The most beautiful attachments and the deepest heartbreak will all gradually fade as time passes. These stories of joy, sorrow, love, and hurt, of learning to face things calmly, forget with grace, and slowly grow up, belong to you, and to me...