I’d have to be Me

I saw these people painting our apartment building. The person who is painting, sits on a hanging bench and he communicates with his colleague who is holding the rope from the top. The question I asked was "How vulnerable are they with their lives"? It was a training session and it was time for one... Continue Reading →

Glass Age

A few weeks back I was visiting an elderly relative along with my wife and daughters. We were visiting this family after one year. My younger daughter did not remember them and paid no heed and she was not even making eye contact. Immediately came the remark “she’s very shy” and the comparison with my... Continue Reading →

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