We come from a middle-class family. never had silks and satins all along but enough food on plate, cottons to absorb the Indian sweat (!!), resources to develop our skills, parents kind enough to make sure the best possible education for us and too much sunshine, too much rain, and some clouds in it. my mum has been gung ho about abroad goodies but never had enough of it. so when my bro flew down from NZ with a masters in information management and a swell job with Deloitte it was nothing less than a carnival at home.
Happy colours, beaming faces, hugs and kisses et cetera. my parents were so them...capture the moment if you coulproud to show off all the NZ knick knacks and gummies. and i had to record d call it. bear with these repeat photographs but my bro really didn't bring a loot from NZ. ha ha.