Reading has always been my strength, weakness, greatest pleasure and biggest escape. Books were all around me when I was growing up in India surrounded by extended family and friends; they came to my rescue when I first moved to the US and had no friends. My grandfather once advised me to read 5 pages before I got to bed every night. Now it’s just 5 lines a night sometimes, but that still counts, right grandpa?
All these years, I’ve been trying to put down roots, meet more people, build a home and a sense of belongingness for my kids. I’ve seen that it’s an ongoing process that fills you up with joy when you hear bubbles of your child’s laughter and stops you in tracks when your child has a question about roots.
Comments, suggestions hearty welcome!