When I was a little boy I loved to daydream. In those days, with no internet, no television, and slow hot afternoons when time itself seemed like it wanted to rest under the shade of a tree, my attention would be a little butterfly flitting languorously from flower to flower, bush to bush. The trees of my youth were majestic beings that grew so much taller than me, and covered so much more width than I could. Their trunks and branches were strong like the limbs of elephants,

Even though I was born in the East – in India – I was still raised in a Western Mindset. I remember growing up hearing and reading ideas...

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Welcome to my blog - this little space that I intend to decorate with things that are precious and meaningful to me - the "me" that is...