“The door opens, and we step into a world drenched in such vivid colors, it hurts my eyes to look at it. When I adjust, I drink it up in small gulps. There are trees dripping leaves of green-gold and red-orange. The sky is a purplish blue on top of a horizon bathed in an orange glow, like a sunset that never fades. Tiny lavender blossoms float by on a warm breeze that smells faintly of my childhood – lilies and Father’s tobacco and curry in Sarita’s kitchen. A thick ribbon of river slices through, dividing our path of dew-drenched grass from a bank on the other side.”