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At times, I find myself reflecting on people from various eras and childhood times. Their actions, gestures and approaches reveal a genuine care in what they do, clarity of intention, and, most importantly, a sense of belonging as they live their lives. These “lost” actions are rarely “found” these days! I want to clarify from the start that this blog post isn't about labeling anyone or any period as “perfect"; rather, it's simply my way of sharing how I see the world around me and trying to develop a connection with my past without any judgment. This write-up is a page from my diary from post-graduation days. And hence may sound naive (but I am unapologetic) ---- Whenever I see my mother getting ready for any long trip, she makes sure everything is perfectly organized, as if she’s packing not just a travel kit, but Mummy's miniature universe of preparedness. It contains not just a safety pin for a sari pallu gone astray or a little pouch of paste for a quick freshen-u...

This post is about my recent read titled “The Diary Of A Young Girl” by Anne Frank ... but this is not a book review. This post is my way of paying honor to the 13 years old writer of this amazing diary which illustrated the best view of the worst times in the history of humanity and ushered me to contemplate the equivalent kind of horror felt during our current times. And even though this is just the beginning of the post, let me give you a tiny nudge so that this book is your next read or at least getting on the to-read list...this book is the SECOND MOST READ BOOK in the world after the Bible. It is explicit proof that words have strength, they have the power to remake and outlive human life, the ability to make one's life worth memorizing even though one believes his or her thoughts or doing means nothing all this time. Anne Frank wrote this diary (aka book) in her “Secret Annex”, as she calls the place of her hiding from Nazis in the Netherlands. Anne's wish to get her ...