Are we ashamed of our history or is it that we are just too indifferent to what is not directly affecting us? This question comes to my mind more often these days when I am teaching my children history. We as a family love travelling and have tried to go to as many places as possible, by road, rail or any other means available. Its always been fun (though it didn’t seem like that sometimes!), educating and more importantly helped create memories. Read more
Its just one of those mornings when you wake up with a wonderful feeling, as if its all going to be fine. I woke up with a warm feeling in my heart. The morning sun was trying to break out from behind the cloud cover. The slits of dark red announced the arrival of another day. Its was a breath-taking view, and as I watched it from my bed I realised it was not going to be just another day. It was going to be different. I don’t know how. And at that hour my brain was too groggy to figure out the details. But yes the feeling was pretty much the same. So here I am writing my first blog (thanks Sandy di) without knowing what’s it going to be about or what I’m going to do with it later.
So here’s to new beginnings.