This story has taken many forms and shapes in my mind and finally, after two months, I am starting to write it. During Navaratri during Hindu calendar month of Chaitra, my parents were visiting our native village of Gumava near Haidargarh in Uttarpradesh, over fifteen hundred kilometers from Ahmedabad. They had gone to perform Kuldevi Pooja rituals at our ancestral temple for my new born son Rajveer. They stayed back ten more days to attend wedding of my cousin Ritika. It was around this time that I was required to attend many social functions in Ahmedabad. Unless it was a close relative or family friend, Dad attends all the functions. But since he was not available, being the eldest of family, I attended on family's behalf. I attended a couple of weddings, Sunderkand and one Akhand Ramcharitmanas path. It was the path that inspired such emotions in me that I couldn't stop myself writing about them even after two months. My great-grand father Late Shri Madhav Sing
In 1998, I started reading poetry. Subsequently, I started to write poems & plays. The notebook I used then had become my constant companion and a personal talisman. Every time I open that notebook, I get to relive the memory of the day I wrote each page. Finally, the notebook exhausted its pages and Google came to my rescue. Yes, this public blog is to connect and share my thoughts with whoever happens to read but mainly it is for me, as a personal talisman.