A bit nostalgic this morning about the writing journey. Stumbled into this ocean (dunno how to swim though ) and have been doing my bit to stay afloat, keep the alphabets from drowning and the ideas from finding a home at the bed of this vast, fathomless ocean.
The post I share here is dear to me. See that palm holding the very pretty maple leaf? Um, it’s my son’s who at that time was savouring every moment of his first fall season ever in the US of A.
The memories are back. In a flood. Both of his growing years and these beautiful pictures that he shared soon after arriving in Binghamton for his Master’s degree. Put them together in this video. Hope you like them and hope it kindles some emotion somewhere within you.
To watch the video click here.