The word is Dee!

New places we go far and wide, Every place has a mixed learning tide.  Some experiences just mark a niche in the mind, So unique and memorable that it's hard to find.  I am a hippie tourist ready to photograph and pose, A cheerful glee and my excitement shows.  Often frowned and disapproved of by my family for sure, Capturing moments is my cheer.  Remarkable experiences across journeys were many, Often thought worth every penny.  The cruise passing glaciers across the expansive sea, Or the trek to tucked away caves to find my inner me.  The cheerful amusement parks give me a high, Disney and other cartoons boost my wings to fly.  The walk on the calming beaches that lift my world, Every second connected with the sea is gold.  The soft cool clinched fist of snow, Ready to build the snowman with a plough.  The deep chord of the musical show, An applaud to every artist with a respected bow.  A grand dinner on a bus was such, Savored with ex...

Floppy disk, VCR, pager, walkman are words of the past, No one knows when they saw it last.  The endless winding of the cassette with a pencil,  To save the tape and hear the last musical.  Photos had to be taken with care, The limited film reel was a permanent scare.  The dial up internet and the sound of struggling connections, ICQ chat were unnamed equations.  Music played on the walkman in tow, Doordarshan, Ramayan was the family show.  TV for us depended on the antenna that shifted with the wind, While the melody of ads in our minds were pinned.  Washing powder Nirma or Lyril soap for sure, The two horned Onida devil or the dancing girl of Dairy Milk to cheer.  Rasna, Gold Spot, Thums Up, Roohavza to sip, Or be cool by being you in the Fido Dido clip.  The scent of Old spice & Brylcream in your dad's kit, With reminders to polish the Bata school shoes and blanco the whites for a perfect fit.  The iconic ambassador, blue for us s...