It was a hot summer day, people were sweating buckets and here I was with cold hands and a rapidly beating heart….. waiting for the word from within..
The day started as any other, with a hurried rush to get to work and my heavily pregnant wife busy as well. At office I get the call telling me, that the doctor would like to see us posthaste… Delhi’s traffic notwithstanding we reached the doctor in record time and were informed that our little one had decided that waiting was not an option (takes after the mother) and that we needed to get to the hospital for a routine procedure…
Cut to the next scene and there I was like countless other fathers before me, pacing the corridors outside the labour room…. and the wait was mercifully short, or maybe I was in a fugue, and the doctor reappeared, unflappable as ever and informed me that I was the proud father of a baby boy….
Blogging, photography and everything has taken a backseat while diapers, feeding times and mittens have become the centre of our world 😊
It was a moonlit night with clear skies, and we were sitting on a solitary boat that was moving on the Yamuna River at Vrindavan…., and in the distance we kept hearing the evening aarti’s at the various temples lining the river bank and then we spied this shadow following us…. grazing the various sand banks seen in the river….
A fine morning in Malaysia, watching the sun rise behind some hills with the towers being lit by the Morning light
A very dreamy and Happy New Year 2017 to all my friends and fellow bloggers…
2016 was a momentous year, personally, professionally and yes, a momentous year for the country as well, with surgical strikes, demonetisation, and lots of political drama, and yes, the death of amma…
Hopefully, 2017 will see a changed India, with end to black money, competitive real estate prices, end to bank lines, and a more progressive country…
God Bless my Country and take it into a vibrant future
Something that touched my heart:
On my way I found a piece of paper tied to an electric pole, with a small note on it. I was curious to know what was written, hence I went closer and read it.
“I lost Rs. 50 somewhere on the road. If any of you find it, please give it to me at this address. My vision isn’t great, so please help”
I was urged to follow that address and found an old hut in tatters with an old woman sitting outside. She was frail and asked who it was after hearing my footsteps.
I told her that “I found Rs. 50 on the road and so wanted to handover to you”.
She began crying on hearing this. She said “my dear I have had atleast 30-40 people come over and give me Rs. 50 saying they found it on the road. I did not write that note, I cannot even see properly nor do I know to read & write”
I said it’s OK amma, you keep it. She asked me to tear that note off on my way back.
I walked back with a million thoughts as to who could’ve written that note? She would have asked everyone to tear that note but none did, I mentally thanked that person and realised that we just have to feel the need to help, there are so many ways to do it. He/she just wanted to help this old woman who lives alone….
Someone stopped me n asked, “Bro, can you help me with this address? I found a 50 rupee note, want to handover” 🙂
#Humanity continues to be alive