When the synapses were just beginning to spark and illuminate. Croaking frogs feel like home, critter symphonies are lullabies, moss, small towns and open spaces. My memory misleads, feeling nostalgia for a geography it's seen fleetingly or never seen before. Maybe it’s a more primitive memory. So my two poles in my country -- kargil and manipur. The mountains are my grandparents and the water holds my entire life.