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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.
E For Extended Family When your vacations begin in an over populous home with random orders fired from all the directions, you do not need DSLR, Passport, Sunglasses and home theatre’s, to make a truckload of memories. The unacclaimed patience to repeat “Aah Haan ok ok” for all the miscellaneous instructions directed towards you, is a skillset. We were on constant observation, be it drinking … Continue reading E for Extended Family
C For Calcutta Chronicles… Scintillating memories of long distance train journeys, are the most integral part of 1990’s childhood tales. When the journey is with the most lovable and fun loving friends, the memories are etched forever. One such page from my travel diary is Calcutta. As kids, the geography of the vacation was the only required encouragement, to make us do travel packing, buy … Continue reading C for Calcutta Chronicles
B for Bangalore days. A decade back, being a young adult (girl), pursuing dreams by staying away from family was flagrant disregard to the societal norms and myth. Having lofty dreams, with little sagacity and patients talks, I was able to convince my parents to send me off to Bangalore. PG is a place where an introvert becomes an extrovert easily. Also that, there is an … Continue reading B for Bangalore days..
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