Age brews nostalgia. "Those were the days..." and "Remember when...' sentences rattle from my mouth like a nervous twitch.



This morning I woke up with a longing for a simple life, not the televised kind starring Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie in their skimpy wear. My figure is long past that stage of fashion. I'm talking about a life when we have less yet contentment and satisfaction brim.



I remember those days when as a child, living in a kampong, a village compound, in… Continue