The 1950s

It is interesting how am I drawn to the 1950s while dreaming of lights and shadows playing with the objects of architecture. How am I able to visualize the rays of sun playing hide and seek with the spaces. Why am I drawn to the places like karolbagh in my dreams? Is it the art deco or the modernist movement of New Delhi that draws my soul to itself? Or is it one of my previous lives?

The brave little boy

Dear Misha, today I want to tell you the story of a brave little boy. The boy used to live in a small village on a tiny island in the Mediterranean. His father was a poor man. He did not have a lot of money although he belonged to a royal family.  the boys name was napoleon bonaparte.
Though he was a royal he never felt ashamed  playing with the children  of the farmers.  he had often heard his mother saying that all men are equal. What napoleon could not understand why were some children called royal but others were not. So one day he asked his mother, ' mother am i a royal? And his mother replied napoleon no you are not a royal you are a boy. You are a human being this is the truth. Those who say that you are a royal as lying. God never meant some of us to be royals. God always meant us to be human beings.
And so Napoleon learned his first lesson that all men are equal.
Dear Misha I will continue this story after a while but I want you to learn the first lesson that Napoleon learned which is that all men are equal. Never trust anyone who tells you that some men are higher and some men are lower. This is a lie. Dear Misha I have met many people in my life many people from different countries many people from different backgrounds but I have always found all human beings share the same hopes and same aspirations. All human beings want peace and happiness in their lives. All human beings want to help others.
In your life you will find people who will try to scare you  of other human beings but you should always be careful not to believe these people because human beings are not to be feared, they are to be trusted. Of course there will be exceptions because exceptions are everywhere but we never learn our lessons on exceptions, we learn our lessons on generalizations.
I love you. papa.

Testing for voice post

I am trying to write using my voice isn't it great?  I never thought  that it could be possible.  i must thank google for this wonderful tool. It could be very useful. Perhaps this is my first post which is verbal in nature. I want to dedicate this post to Misha. My sweet little daughter. Thank you