Siblings and secrets..S for Sathya..

People who have grown up with a brother or sister at home will have innumerable memories. Those which hold the power to moisten your eyes and curve your lips. Those that are a gateway to reminisce about your childhood days, innocence, childishness and a carefree life where the only commitment was to eat, study and sleep. Once the 3 boxes were checked off, we had … Continue reading Siblings and secrets..S for Sathya..

H for Home…The place I grew up.

H for Home….Generally, conception of good beliefs and faith in a person are an impact of the formative childhood years. It is believed that the family members, neighbourhood and places we live in, infuse a certain wisdom, culminating in a metamorphosis by which the adulthood is attained.I grew up wanting to explore places, experience multiculturalism, learn different languages, meet lot of people. True to my … Continue reading H for Home…The place I grew up.

Childhood chronicles

I am also becoming a victim of “oh-my-god, im getting old” syndrome. The fully grown celebrities who were infants during my teenage days and my sub sub juniors candid wedding pics aggravates that illness. Even though outsiders claim that I’m still looking 20+ the lub dub organ inside the body refuses to soak in that warmth. I know my age. Come on, I had even … Continue reading Childhood chronicles