Move on! Really, how? How do you move on? Living a life the way I have been doing it for the past three decades. Are you kidding me? It’s not possible! I am so used to the comforts, the love, things and the things. Is it all about things? Deep down I know it is possible, anything is possible, that’s what people say. And that’s what I said – wrapped in my thoughts. In a nutshell the quake hit us hard. Thousands dead. One of my relatives lost his 16 year old son buried under the rubbles of Dharara right in front of his eyes. Hundreds of children were orphaned and many children face the risk of being trafficked. Villages were wiped out leaving no signs of life ever existing. And monsoon is right around the corner. I know the fate of many people who have lost their homes will endure greater hardships in the coming months. When people don’t have a roof over their head – they hit rock bottom! I am not writing to complain about the hypocrisy of our donors or our government. We a
Being a mother of a eight yo girl is exhausting but fun sometimes. Currently I am in love with color grey, bread and my cheeky monkey. It changes often. I am passionate about education and I am working towards my goal to establish a school in my hometown.