Stories From My Childhood
When I was young, my mom had a beautifully
intricate dressing table. What I loved the most about this dresser was
the hidden cabinet that my mom stored her most precious possessions in!
Our Photo albums! To this date that dresser has traveled through the
many homes I've lived in, the treasure chest increasing in size and
love.
Like my mother, I wanted to have my very own treasure trove of memories.
Here's my own album of my favorite stories from my childhood.
One of my earliest memories as a child- is being able to fly.
Always on top of the world- on top of my world- sitting on my dad's shoulders. I remember our goa vacations- days filled with soaring flights, splashes of water- and happy sunsets.
Thank you papa for making me fly.
Every Sunday morning of my childhood started with waking up early to my dad's impromptu singing about going for a swim. His love for the sea washed over us and became our own. A cold morning swim followed by my Dad's Fresh juices made my weekend life ever so magical!
I'll forever be grateful to these sweet memories of my dad's humming, my brother non stop eating, and my wish to never get out of the water.
My mom's love and passion taught me to recognize my own, her belief in me empowered me with the courage to take leaps and soar high. She taught me how to ride my passions, turn my monsters into friendly companions that just require some help. To not be afraid of turning the conventional to the unbound mystical force that one can posses in their heart. And most importantly she taght me to believe that I can fly.
I love you mom.
My partners in crime, my brother, and my dogs were always getting mud on our ourselves, running around, and jumping over things. We loved going to the football field, and you wouldn't believe it, but playing football with our dogs, or rather a dog, since Hazel, my younger dog would always be busy chasing butterflies instead of the ball.
These are glorious memories, of my brother and I playing offense as my lab Zion played the goalie and always protected his goal post, other than the times he was busy sniffing his but.
We were a team, from our Sunday rituals to our emotional rides, and always having each other's backs, to our daily evening wind down, my childhood days were always adventurous.
On weekdays, when my parents would return from their respective offices, we would spend the early hours as the Sun went down, jamming away to old, classical, Indian music, music that was way older than even my parents.
To this day if you place a Harmonium in a room, you'll find soon the room enveloped in sweet yet strong tunes of the past.
This series is dedicated to my sweet, loving, and adventurous family.
I love you!
I look back at my childhood days with glee, nostalgia, and sweet warmth. Looking at pictures of a young Tanya being celebrated in a family rich of culture, acceptance, wonder, and constant encouragement, I am filled to the brim with gratefulness.
Here's some photos from my childhood- and a character I designed of a young and happy Tanya.
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