The author still wonders as to why she gave this post the name "Fat Nutmeg"... But then , she didn't want to change it... It was the one which struck her at shot...
Chapter 1: Good Old Days
I remember my first day (of life?? ) as the day on which I opened the car door to step into the hot sand on the beach. I was excited to open my shoes and run towards the approaching waves. As my feet plunged into the golden yellow granulates, I felt like a princess... Princess on a golden carpet... 
I watched my Didi (elder sister) get into the water... I was hesitant. My father took me in his hands and stepped into the blizzards of the waves. The walk from the sand to the sea was dazzlingly beautiful and amazing... Or as a three year old remembers "Wanted to do it again and again". An other beautiful sunset unleashed...
My life was as normal as it can be for any other children across the world, with the middle class working parents trying to cope up with the increasing demands of their children. I enjoyed it though, especially the time I spend with my father. My father was my role model. I wanted to be like him. A man of character, sensuous, helping anyone and everyone, with the best of personality and traits. I was closer to my father than my mother. My mother was just an other lady for me- looking after the house hold activities. But it used to be fun.
Father took me where ever he went. I used to love being a pillion rider in his "bajaj Chetak", which was later transformed into a red "Rajdoot" bike. It was like watching the world through Him. I always felt it as the world's best and ever lasting moment, though I realized in the later part of my life that nothing exists for ever...
Summers and Winters passed... I was no longer the three year old... I outgrew for my age. I was hardly seven years old then. Got many friends in the neighbour hood- mostly boys. I loved playing cricket during then and still remember playing cricket with a paper ball, examination board, and neighbouring grill gate as the wicket. 'Fours' were the next door hits and 'Sixes' were the window cracks. And, the team mostly scored 'Fours', which led to the owners flicking the balls and not giving them back due to nuisance...Cricket at neighbour hood and at school made me conceive it as life's achievement. It was then that I learned the first lesson of my life...
I watched my Didi (elder sister) get into the water... I was hesitant. My father took me in his hands and stepped into the blizzards of the waves. The walk from the sand to the sea was dazzlingly beautiful and amazing... Or as a three year old remembers "Wanted to do it again and again". An other beautiful sunset unleashed...
My life was as normal as it can be for any other children across the world, with the middle class working parents trying to cope up with the increasing demands of their children. I enjoyed it though, especially the time I spend with my father. My father was my role model. I wanted to be like him. A man of character, sensuous, helping anyone and everyone, with the best of personality and traits. I was closer to my father than my mother. My mother was just an other lady for me- looking after the house hold activities. But it used to be fun.
Father took me where ever he went. I used to love being a pillion rider in his "bajaj Chetak", which was later transformed into a red "Rajdoot" bike. It was like watching the world through Him. I always felt it as the world's best and ever lasting moment, though I realized in the later part of my life that nothing exists for ever...
Summers and Winters passed... I was no longer the three year old... I outgrew for my age. I was hardly seven years old then. Got many friends in the neighbour hood- mostly boys. I loved playing cricket during then and still remember playing cricket with a paper ball, examination board, and neighbouring grill gate as the wicket. 'Fours' were the next door hits and 'Sixes' were the window cracks. And, the team mostly scored 'Fours', which led to the owners flicking the balls and not giving them back due to nuisance...Cricket at neighbour hood and at school made me conceive it as life's achievement. It was then that I learned the first lesson of my life...
