Petals!

Dear friends, this is my first post in the New Year. So, I want to begin by wishing you all a blessed start to a beautiful New Year! As a child, I used to stay awake with my parents to welcome the New Year with a spirit of cheer and joy. [READ: The Wisest Lesson I learned in 2018]                   [Image Source:  Malawi - Nyasaland historical moments  FB page ] The Internet has transformed how people like me (read: introverts) communicate. It brings us closer to the things that we miss the most.  For instance, there is a Facebook group page on Malawi, one of the African countries where I grew up. The participants are those who grew up in Malawi. They share old pictures of the town they grew up. Old family souvenirs find a special place in the group. While scrolling through the Nyasaland-Malawi Facebook page,  I found images of the famous Queen Elizabeth Central Hospital, Blantyre.  So, why ...

Ever wondred why childhood is so important? Memories have a funny way of coming back into my head, sometimes when I am about to get ready to go to work or sometimes like a flash from the past.  It happens to me all the time - swathes of childhood memories flooding back. This time, as the first touches of winter began to make itself felt in Delhi, I went on a trip to Goa with my son and close friends. From the moment I landed in Goa till I got back, I was on a happy high, like a teenager who's going on a much awaited holiday.  Let me tell you a funny thing. I even went and bought myself a swimming costume to wear for the first time since my teenage years but guess what? The funniest part comes now - I never got to wear it. Maybe the idea was just to feel like a teenager again!    [ READ: Saddest Vishu of My Life and  Beautiful Moments ]                               FOLLOW MY BOAR...