I kept coming back to this article again and again written by a dear friend, Kiran Gulrajani.
When I go through the article, it is like reading about my mind. The many twists and turns it throws as a result of which polarities start coming up and take me on a pendulum ride. Kiran’s journey on the simple decision to meet his beautiful daughter at her school mirrors my own journey that happens in the simplest of decisions sometimes.
I love the way in which he has noted down the conversation with his daughter. It reminds me of the tenderness my father would often extend to me when I would talk to him after my school and brings tears to my eyes.
Love speaks through the quiet and unspoken which often gets conveyed through meaningless conversations.
I was all set and excited to go to the Sahyadri Study centre..
I would enjoy the peace and quiet reflection time. Reading, writing, simply being. Nourishing myself.
I may even get to meet my daughter, Sufii, my dearest angel and spend time with her.
And who knows, I might even get the opportunity to meet the principal and explore possibilities of contribution to Sahyadri.
I had come back from Blore in a hurry after two half day review sessions for two teams of Yahoo! … letting go of the delicious opportunity to meet many friends. And revel in conversation, togetherness and marveling at life.
All packed, I went to spend a little time with a very dear friend just before taking off. Flowing in conversation with her, something that she said, shook me deeply. She observed that I was avoiding often entering into the pain of separation from Sufi…
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