Those were the days my friend, We thought they would never end Those lines came to mind - we had sung a parody of that song at the school farewell when we stepped out of the world. Today I can say that again, looking back at the wild journeys inside the head of that kid who lived about 4.5 decades ago. The dreams were endless. So were the disappointments. Just this evening hearing the name of Homi Bhabha being mentioned, I remembered a little girl who was told by her mother who that great man was. I remember the deep disappointment she felt, that we had lost such a great scientist. It felt almost like a personal loss. When do we lose that sensitivity? Watching a travel video in some way out place in Russia brought back other memories of an 11 year old learning about the USSR in her Geography class. Fancy names such as Leningrad and Vladivostok being thrown around. The dreams at the dining table ..... chatting with the older sib who took 2 hours to eat!!! Of travelling to the USSR. Going by train from one end of the country to the other. Dreams of going to Switzerland and driving through the Alps in a roofless car with the wind flowing through her hair. The images were vivid ..... mountains, wind, snow-capped peaks. Sigh, that did come to pass though there was no roofless car. Her dreams of England after reading stories of Sleeping Beauty (the book had scalloped edges and a picture of SB with beautiful roses growing all around) certainly were realized. Yes, with roses, flowers and the like. Here is another version of the same: (What a shame I was not even vaguely aware of any of these birds when I was there!) (Can't help smiling ear to ear whenever I hear this song. I heard it at a Maypole dance I saw on summer outside Westminster Abbey when I was just strolling along one weekend.) Watching Sound of Music and sealing a deal with the sib that we would go together round the world singing. And then the feeling of being letdown when she broke that promise only to go and get married! Never mind. She made up for that with a delightful nephew and a niece!!! The dreams of visiting unfortunately fell apart with the breaking up of the USSR. The dream was shattered. So was the dream of visiting Yugoslavia. Why? Don't ask. Every name heard had to be visited. Just yesterday I was thinking I had run out of stuff to write about. Today this topic presented itself. Oh well! Nostalgic moments come to visit making one smile about a time filled with vivid imagination and dreams. Those are the things that keep us going in this mundane (at best) and nightmarish (at worst) world of realities.