Khalil Gibran Daily Sabah Kedar was about twelve then, and declared that taking the school bus wasted too much time during the examinations, when the paper occupied just a couple of hours of the school day. The sub-text was - why can’t Bir Singh, our trusted chauffeur, ferry me to school on exam days? Kedar went to a school peopled by children of extreme privilege; for his cohort, this would not be an extreme demand. But both Premila and I resisted the default slide into indulgence, and said we would show him how to use the metro.
I received ’the Prophet’ as a present on my 16th birthday, and it has subsequently become my standard present for friends going through change. My dog eared and tattered copy travels with me wherever I go!
I kid you not. After reading your last post on defeat and failure, I was wishing for you to write something on fatherhood/raising a child. The wish was fulfilled too soon <3
Beautiful Sir, just beautiful. Thank you for sharing these stories with us. Thank you!!
Ritik,
Thanks - such generous comments push me to try and think deeper, and write more honestly and openly.
I received ’the Prophet’ as a present on my 16th birthday, and it has subsequently become my standard present for friends going through change. My dog eared and tattered copy travels with me wherever I go!
Thanks for sharing this Mohit.
Such lovely keying in of thoughts. Superb writing. Loved it. Will read it more often.
Glad you are enjoying it, Sunil.
This is such a gorgeous, insightful essay! Thank you for writing this. Sharing with my own parents. :)
Would love to hear their feedback!
Thanks, Sunil - nothing makes a writer happier than his work being shared!
A superb piece. Really enjoyed it.
Thanks, Anjali
I kid you not. After reading your last post on defeat and failure, I was wishing for you to write something on fatherhood/raising a child. The wish was fulfilled too soon <3
"Kid you not" is a great pun!