memories and more

as we grow older life manifests and unfolds in front of us in so many different ways.we meet new people along our life journey,gather new experiences both pleasent and unpleasent.but not only do we gain but loose just as much.this is talking from personal experience though!it could be the opposite for most of you.anyway coming back to my topic in question i suddenly have been feeling quite nostalgic the past month.i guess it all started when mom and dad left back home for dubai.alone well almost{as my bro lives here in england with me}leaving me with a cold and empty feeling.even literally!the journey back from the airport was strange yet pleasent.the weeks following brought along with them different challenges and very little joys.thus making me nostalgic of the wonderful past.let me start with my teenage years.only because i remember them still very clearly.our wonderful summer holidays as a family.i remember the spontaneous decisions made on the destination of travel.mostly we would love going home to bombay.during which we would go to goa to trace back our roots!even though travel today has become convenient and even inexpensive courtesy some low cost carriers i do miss good old paolo coaches.they were not your 5 star coaches,but yet did offer that service.ofcourse for the extra rupee!mom dad annie me and anthony.the journey was exhausting.but our destination always made it worth while.we usually came across land slides,road blocks ,curfews and ofcourse the ever mighty monsoons.the people we met along on our bus ride still hold a special place in my heart.even today.on our arrival at my uncles villa we were ever so exhausted.yet not so much for a game of carrom.and ofcourse an exhilerating bike ride with my cousin on his hero honda along goas charmin paddy fields.even now sometimes i can remember closing my eyes taking in the scent of raw wet earth!the best scent ever!our nights filled with the ever so delicious goan portugese cuisine,port wine and a card game.after goa we would return home to grandma in bombay.the hustle and bustle of bombay would instantly remind us of what we were missing in tranquil goa.yet bombay has and had a charm of its own.my grandma lived in a pretty catholic colony formerly made as army barracks during the british raj to accomodate the british soldiers.post 1947 they were converted into homes.we lived in a wonderful block with wonderful neighbours.as soon as we got home i remember rushing to meet my friends in the next block.just waiting to narrate my memories.

in the following years we traveled to India ,where we took trips to kerala,and of course Jaipur since my parents hold deep sentiments towards sai baba the patron saint of Ajmer.
later in the years we traveled to Russia,Scandinavia,the Mediterranean and Srilanka.

its getting late friends but i will continue to share my memories and more after my beauty sleep.see you tomorrow morning!good night.