Being a scorp, I love being around the sea. Although the humidity gets better of me, there is something mesmerising about the beach that brings back a flurry of memories. When we were young, mom used to teach us to make soap bubbles with our soapy palms. And when dad took us to the creek, we used to pick colors to make these very bubbles, jumping with joy and chasing the flood of bubbles with glee. Happy times bring back happy memories!