Ever since I became a dweller of this distant city life, the momentary separation kept widening. The sought after reunion with family and friends, that much awaited get-together with siblings have been little longer for a while now. I have not seen them for many years now. I have not been fascinated for many years now. Growing up away from home is not easy. Like many of us, my dreams sailed me through thousands of seas along with my belongings. Though this new country, new city became my second home, it gives me wings to fly, it gives me success, independence, own choices and interests, but in gaining success and achievement in the process, what I lost is, being connected with nature and life. I lost that child in me who was so carefree and jovial, who were connected with the touch of life, found happiness in the meaningless bonhomie— in the chirping of birdies— watching mushrooming clouds hovering around— getting enthralled by the fragrance of wet soil and hues of rains— or getting lost in mindless chasing of grass hopers and glow-worms. Those life events though generic ones made life heartfelt and truly meaningful.