RUMINATIONS
As I sit nonchalantly on a rather quiet Diwali eve away from home preparing for my papers I had this instantaneous yet anticipated urge to write something. It took me a year to gather my wits and write something on Diwali, which has always played an indelible part of my journey from childhood through the revolting teenage years to the person I have become today (though it is still a personality in the making). I have never considered myself a self-proclaimed blogger since it is something I do just to relate with people around the globe. But the audience I have is very limited and not everyone likes to read long essays now by days. Long story short this blogpost is about all those impalpable times when we don't realize that we are getting older and are probably expected to be wiser. Owning a scooter was like the certainty in an Indian family when we were a kid. Ever wondered how as a kid we stood on the step floor enjoying the view first hand blowing the horn as the scooter pa...