Today, I would like to share with you little stories of my life and my experience. The one that I am going to share with you today is still etched in my memory as a significant event. Do let me have your thoughts and similar experience, if any. When I was six or seven years old, I lived in Kolkata with my aunt and my cousin. My mother had passed away by then and I was living with my aunt. My cousin was older than me, in fact she was even older than my mother; and she naturally did not treat me like a sister, but more like a little girl who was a few years older than her own son. During Puja, those days, Kolkata had pandals (kind of temporary decorative structure in a religious context) which were not as fancy and as artful as they are today, but were quite large. Alongside the puja, the area around the pandal
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>Amazing women in my life – part 5
> Although I am writing this on International Women’s Day, I personally do not believe that we have to have a special day to commemorate women … we ought to do it every single day at all moments in our lives. This can not be a politically correct, nice to do thing, it has to be in our bones, in our blood and in our hearts. I started to write this note about another woman that I met recently …. She is 90 plus years old, lives in an ashram in Haridwar … all by herself. Her children live in India but away from her. She has been living in that Ashram for the last 28 years. While going to the ashram, I was expecting to see someone who was old, withering and waiting to somehow spend the last days of her life …. instead I met someone who was old alright, but boy, oh, boy, was she feisty!
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