Thursday, 26 April 2012

Summer Sizzle

Laughter echoing through the tile-thatched terrace, the strains of Christmas melodies, and the scent of freshly baked scones in the oven… My earliest memories are filled with her and I think it’s safe to say – so are hers. It’s amazing to grow up with someone at the same pace, to conquer similar obstacles at the same place, and to share emotional whirlwinds at the same phase. My summer holidays were about her, my letters were all addressed to her, and my music was always hers. It was tough having to leave her behind and shift halfway across the world but she was always there when I came back and now I know she’s never going anywhere.