Diaries of a Wanderer

Yes. I have been down there. Seen it. Experienced it. What? The deep underground. True, I experience the underground every day, when I am travelling on the tube to work. But this, was a completely different experience. It does NOT happen to you every day. And so of course, I have to write about it here. Let me take you with me, down into the Earth's crust, down to the deep, dark, wet, underground, where Copper is born. Let me take you to the Copper mines at Llandudno in North Wales. By the way, before I start let me tell you these mines are actually from the Bronze age . . . so they have been here pretty much since the beginning of time. I am going to write a little differently, and hope that you get to experience it like I did. :)

I have been to many places. But never did I have an experience as amazing as this. I am talking about the summer of 2003, I was 13 years old. Dad was away at Bahrain since a long time, due to the new project at work (the client site being at Bahrain). Mum and I were at Delhi, of course since I was in school at that time.  With my summer vacations at school just starting, dad had a brainwave! We could spend the summer with him at Bahrain!  And so, we were off to the little island of Bahrain. This incident happened during those summer vacations, where we went on a holiday within a holiday to the Hawar Island (which is near Bahrain). 

Summer, 1994 "Squawk squawk" "Mew mew" "Squaaaaaaaaaawk" I rushed outside to our garden to spot a crow trying to attack a white furry little ball.  "AAAH! SHOO! SHOO! SHOOOOOO!" The crow flew away immediately and it was just me and the furry little ball in the garden. It was summer of 1995. I was only 5 years old. 

I am not much of a writer. Yeah, I know, what a way to start! But that’s how I am. I don’t think much about what I am writing. Just keep putting down my thoughts as they come. So far I have only been writing for me, in my diary. It is like a friend now, a friend without whom it is difficult to survive. At the end of the day it’s the person I turn to, the one who always listens and the one through whom I can talk to myself in the future. Though from today, I would like to share some moments of my life with you. I am calling myself a wanderer because of the number of places I have been to. I came across this quote the other day: “The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.”  And I totally think it is as true as ever! I mean, come on! You only get to have one life, and if you don’t explore the world (or even your neighbourhood he he) then … well then I am going to come and make you explore places! Anyway, I got really lucky to be born into the Mallick...