As I take a walk down memory lane, I sometimes wish to escape the banality of today and go back to a time when everything was fresh, each experience worth remembering. But the more I grow up, the more I feel myself settling down into a rhythm, swinging to an fro, between my home and the office. The only solace for me is rejoicing in the experiences of my two toddlers and cherishing their expressions as they discover new things.

I guess that’s what people call the circle of life.