Growing Up is Overrated
"Growing up is overrated"- One of my daughter's t-shirts had this written on it. I resonated so much with that. A part of our existence continues to live in childhood. We continue to live and relive it as we age. I have been particularly lucky in having lived a childhood worth creating memories. It has been a desire for the longest times to chronicle that, so that I don't lose that memory in the process of ageing. Kohima, is the town of my birth as so is of my siblings. The character of this town is so intrinsic in all our personalities, that every tenth word we speak, when we are together, is something around Kohima and our lives lived there. I grew up in Kohima along with my three brothers- Abhijit, Biswajit and Surajit- aged in the same order as mentioned here. While each of us are characteristically different, we perhaps share a similar trait of living in the past. We value our upbringing, yet accept the shortfalls in it, we proclaim our likes and dislikes openly...