Thursday, January 19, 2017
Introduction to "Holidays with Harry"
This label seems apt to all the articles I write from the conversations I had with Harimohan sir. Connecting all the dots, I feel contended reminiscing how 3 minute call with him took me to a situation where I can walk to his home directly and talk for hours and hours.
As I changed my living place to Bangalore for few months. Days were there when I missed meeting few of my friends but not a trip was there missing a visit to his home. He was gracious enough to me inviting every time with a smile, asking about what's happening in my life.
I was obscured enough with all the prejudices on compassion, love and many other aspects. But after meeting him, I got a chance to appreciate the life through compassion and love. That is the way how world should be!. I realised how swayed I was. There were many many views, reviews that helped me to get my own view on many aspects. It could be a mere conversation but those conversations were learning lessons, thought provoking, enlightening to me. So valuable were the conversations to me, that I used to record all the conversations unobtrusively.
And also to mention, Shobha mam was so kind to provide me sumptuous lunch whenever I visited home. I was taught few games by Anjali. Hope I get a place in her friend's list in recent times.
Cherishing all the conversations we made and feeling excited about the conversations we are about to make, I write here naming the series, "Holidays with Harry."
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