The mysteries of Stonehenge

A couple of days back, I took a trip to the remains of an ancient British civilisation. From a distance it just looked like a bunch of rocks and a waste of my time. But the historic relevance became apparent as soon as I started to understand that the rocks weren’t there by accident. They had a purpose. They had a story. And that story was what captivated me.  Continue reading

Twenty-two

My birthday has always been a cause of excitement and celebration. I look forward to it with a mix of anticipation and glee. I like feeling important – as fleeting as that importance is. I like receiving cards and presents and I like eating cake. Yet somehow, this year, September the fourth came and I had none of the thrill I experienced in the previous twenty-one years of my life. Was this a sign of growing up? A sign of maturity? Or perhaps it was just the saturation of excitement. I don’t know why my 22nd birthday left me with a little unease or left a stale, almost bitter, taste in my mouth. (The cake was delicious so it couldn’t have been the food!) But I did think on it for a few days and perhaps I realised an important thing or two… Continue reading