Reminiscences, five decades later, are like snowballs that roll down gathering up fiction as they go. Until it becomes difficult to figure out how much actually happened. Did I really make love to all those women that I thought I did? I have no idea.
Like the bullshitting NBC anchor, Brian Williams, or the aggrandizing Hillary Clinton, I too tend to get carried away by my memories.
But then, this is my blog. I’ll fake experiences if I like.
Just train your cursor on the ‘ Head over heels’ on top of this page and you’ll find a nested group of pages, Head over Heels (Part-1) to (Part-8), about my first crush that I hope you will enjoy reading…….