My verandah is jailed, can I bail it out?

My humble verandah stands behind bars today. Stripped of freedom, its walls that earlier soaked in the morning sunshine, beckoned the birds to have their first meeting on the parapet and hugged me tight while I stretched my arms and yawned to a breath of fresh air, now, stare at me with a sheepish grin.…

Missing: My handwriting

When I was confident not to mix the colours of the mountains and the sea in my drawing test in class II, little did I foresee the hard time I would encounter adjusting the outlines of diagrams in Physics and Biology straight and sharp ten years after. Colours that once ruled in perfecting the landscape…