In our minds, our parents have always been parents. We can scarcely imagine them as kids, teenagers who floundered and lost their way and crawled their way to adulthood.
As I grow older, I realise it’s an unfair way to judge our parents. They are as fallible as us and they may not have had any choice in growing up either.
And I have realised that change comes softly, stealthily, without making a sound. One day you wake up and realise that you no longer like eating your earlier favourite dish or reading your dog-eared book or even listening to that song that left you all fuzzy and warm.
And before you know it you are way ahead and cannoy bridge the gap. You can no longer be what you were. You can no longer return to that land.