Pearls of memories in the String of Life As I envision my childhood, I am taken away with the sense of nostalgia about all the little things we used to do then, which eventually got left behind to crawl the path of Adulthood. We forgot laughing our hearts out, giggling at the slightest of unprofessional thoughts, crying at the times we felt hurt the most. Instead, in an attempt to reflect maturity, we kept our real emptions far at the bay, living in a nutshell and celebrating fake ascend to corporate mountain. As a child, I have learnt to let my fingers dance at the keys of piano and find their own rhythm, without the need of my eyes needing to keep an eye on them. As a child, I have learnt to face a football match held at interschool level for the 3rd time even after losing twice. The first time we lost, it was awful, given that I was the goal-keeper and a member of my team got confused in the middle of the game about the direction to kick the ball and it took me time to realise ...