NASSER

Hello!

Why this?

To preserve some memories, and to see how they change with time.

It is difficult to imagine now, but as I was growing up, I had no TV, no computer and no internet.
'Playing a game' meant getting out of the house and actually kicking a football around!

Come school vacations, we gravitated towards our grandparents’ homes and those were the most memorable times – swimming in the Ken river, climbing the orchard trees, or racing across rooftops to catch the kite drifting down after bravely fought battles in the skies.

The fun, the laughter, the quarrels and reconciliations.
Summer nights on the terrace, falling asleep under brilliantly starry skies while Dadi or Nani spun bedtime stories — those moments still glow in memory.

And yet, five years after I first wrote these words, I notice how much has shifted.
The football has long been replaced by glowing screens, the river is quieter, the rooftops lonelier.
But the echoes remain. The laughter, the stories, the warmth — they resurface unannounced, like smooth stones carried in a river’s flow.

What I write here now is no longer only memory.
It is perspective. A way of noticing how quickly our worlds change, and how much we carry forward simply by telling the story again.

The Family section is where we try to capture a lineage that stretches far beyond one lifetime.
It is a map of relationships, stories, and shared roots — a digital archive where the branches keep growing.

The Musings section is where the river flows differently.
Here I gather reflections, essays, and thoughts — on trust, change, silence, mountains and rivers.
It is less about memory, and more about meaning — the present caught in words before it slips away.