Every year, as the old year draws to an end and the new year stands expectantly outside our door, just waiting to be let in, I get these uncontrollable pangs of excitement. I am as nervous as a dancer about to make her first public appearance and, at the same time, as giddy as a little kid going to Disneyland for the first time.
Nostalgia is a funny thing. There is no telling where you might suddenly bump into an old memory tucked away in some dark, less-frequented recesses of your brain or what might suddenly trigger off an almost dramatic flashback sequence, not unlike the hammy scene you would see in a 70s or 80s Hindi blockbuster. Except, I don’t wildly clutch my hair and totter around like a maniac with a bucket-load of sweat escaping through every pore in my body!