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...