Nostalgia

I spent most of today lost in my own head, not able to articulate why I felt the way I did. And then, at the end of the day, it hit home. I received a number of photographs from my childhood, that my brother discovered in an old box at home. Some of them took me back more than half a decade.

Photos of my “young” Mom and Dad, us five siblings as children, and an old pen-pal from Germany. My childhood in India was a simple one. No pretensions — just a loving family and not a care in the world, especially because I was and continue to be the baby of my family.

I know that this young boy continues to live somewhere in my psyche. These images reminded me of my roots. They were also a great reminder to find joy in the simple aspects of life. And to cherish the memories that define my very being.