SERINA LEWIS ❏ It was the beginning of May, and another school year was over. Only, this one was different-we were not coming back to this school. In fact, we were not coming back to any school in June. We were leaving our school, our friends, our home, our city, and our country. We were moving across the globe to a faraway land. Canada. We had dreamed about this for years and planned each step. Not everything went according to plan, but that’s where adaptability, resilience and perseverance came in handy.
SERINA LEWIS ❏ Celebrate good times, c’mon! Celebration Square! It’s summer and here we gather from all corners of ‘Sauga The lot is full, no empty spots as usual Music beckons, like the Pied Piper’s
The stage is set, performers alive and engaging Smells from street vendors make one salivate a mile away the wind wafts aromas of cuisines from around the world
SERINA LEWIS ❏ We planted our garden with a diversity of trees, shrubs, ground cover and grass. It has always been a work in progress, much like my self. My father and the family all put our heads together to plan it. In one corner stands a Mountain Ash that bears feathery white blossoms every spring that turn to bright orange berries which the birds devour later in the summer. There is also a cedar, a red sand cherry and a lilac whose fragrant flowers beckon one closer. A variety of bulbs that blossom each spring bring the delightful yellow daffodils, dark hearted tulips, snowdrops, and scented hyacinths.
SERINA LEWIS ❏ Sitting by the campfire and surrounded by an eager audience, with a glass of whiskey cupped in his hands, my dad would regale us with stories of his boyhood days in Goa. Three generations of family and friends welcomed these tales that ranged from school pranks, teenage flirtations, celebrations of high days and holy days and some that were too good to be true. I look back with nostalgia for those days.