Whosoever said this knew what (s)he is talking about. Many of us treasure photographs, especially the older ones. For obvious reason — memories. Memories that can bring joy on our faces in the midst of despair, memories that can instill hope in us when we’re heartbroken. This photograph is one such photo of my bro and I. Of course, I am the one in that pretty blue-and-white frock, and my dear bewildered bro is beside me in black.
Even though we are not Christians, we used to love Christmas time. Every evening, starting from Christmas until New Year Eve, my poor dad had to take us out to see lightings and Santa Clauses scattered all over Ahmedabad.