The first decade begins....

I do believe the Punjabi Genes were embedded in me as much for being born in Punjab as also due to my parentage, but Dad was more Muslim in his approach to life....in the sense, bereft of love from his parents, a Muslim Lady whom he called Appa gave him nurturing and love. He, in fact has a greater place in memory zone. My mother was not really an important part of my early memories. No matter how hard I try very little emerges connected with my mother even in the early years of my being....amazing! My father, his touch,his pampering and playfulness comes as gentle comfort even today. My first school, Ackuland House in Simla is only a name but I do remember the beautiful sprawling house we lived in,the Ice Skating Rink where my parents used to skate, as much ice cream as we wanted in my dad's friend's restaurant, the beauty of Simla remain etched in my childhood memory. A great childhood and definitely  a strong base for my development.
I generally sleep  straight with my fists closed.....this speaks of, they say a sense of fearlessness. The base is surely my secure childhood. More tomorrow.........Nisha Swasti!