The road back home...
It was a beautiful autumn evening in his adopted city. Vinay walked through the endless green lanes of the northern sectors, bathed in a golden sunlight. He was heading towards the lake that reminded him so much of the Dal that had marked his family outings in childhood. He appreciated Chandigarh for the thoughtfully planted trees that were currently adorned in yellow and orange and his thoughts went to the Chinar trees of his native land that shed leaves gracefully, covering the streets in a veritable carpet of pastel shades. He was thankful that after fleeing from their ancestral home almost two decades ago, his parents had settled here and not in a bigger metro. Coming from the town of Anantnag, about 50 Kms from the capital city of Srinagar, he had felt more at home here than in the refugee camps of Jammu or the bustling streets of Delhi. Despite being the capital of two states, Chandigarh still retained a rustic charm largely because of the greenery that was dilig