Growing Old isn't bad when you have the right people for company Does anyone know of a man who forgot his wife’s birthday? No, because he didn’t survive to tell the tale. Birthdays are special, apart from the fact that they arrive every year to remind you that you are growing old. I don’t usually wait a year to enlighten Sumita, my wife, with this sombre news; I point it out to her every day! Especially on her birthday, which falls on the 12 th day of September. But then, there’s a charm in growing old together. There’s a wealth of experience to look back upon. Stories to retell over the dinner table. Subtle moments of déjà vu. Been there. Done that. Among all the things I recall and relive is a memory from exactly a decade ago. The first time Sumita and I celebrated this special day together. We were young, freshly in love, seeing the world in each other’s eyes. Girlfriend and boyfriend, yet to be knit together in social binding. I recall riding with my trusted Intrepid...
What is life without moments that take our breath away? Moments that make us laugh, make us cry? Moments that make life worth living? Travel is to the soul what food is to the body. Imagine a walk to a waterfall that makes you forget your worries. An azure Sky that urges you to embark on a soul-searching trip. Placid seas, lush-green mountains. Imagine heaven on earth. This blog is an effort to cling to such moments and transform them into words. Distinctiveness. Words. Life. Travel.