“Hello, Didi is that you? Can you hear me clearly? Am I audible? Is it snowing out there? Did you make a snowman?” I had more questions before my elder sister could ever open her mouth. This was in the year 1998 and my sister was studying in Switzerland. Those were the days of ISD telephone calls which were very expensive and top of it all was pretty complicated with delayed voice and often disconnections. She would, later on, tell me stories about Zurich, Bern, Bossey etc.
I was fascinated about Switzerland and forever dreamed of feeling the soft snow kissing my face as they fall from the heavens above on a cold wintery night with a snowman winking at me.