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 .