That is the most familiar face in my life. That face represents my father’s. That face represents my mother’s. I recognize the brown eyes, through which I’ve seen many things in life – both good and bad, beautiful and ugly and things that left me breathless and things that left me in disgust. I recognize those lips and the tongue that touches them. I can see the mouth that facilitates the voice coming out of me, through which I’ve said things that mattered, things that altered my life and not…read more
He’s a man who, amongst other things, would not skip the “t” while pronouncing Chevrolet. He walks with a limp and still moves ever so gracefully to keep up with me. He’s got the smile of a young kid, who not only smiles with his lips, but rather with his entire face as to shed light of joy to the people around him. He doesn’t hear completely well and neither does he have a 20/20 vision, but he sees good in people and what this man has is a heart of…read more
So I’m beginning to think this lightsaber isn’t real.
Before I say anything else, I want to share a few words. I will love. More. So much love that no one will have any idea what to do with me. They will watch with a confused look and wonder why I give so much and do not ask for more in return. I will give it because giving is getting and there is nothing quite so important as emptying your heart every single day and leaving nothing undone, no declarations of it unsaid. I will not only stop and smell…read more
May of this year, I had worked with a bunch of my friends at Microsoft who had started a non-profit organization called Spreeha Foundation to help the underprivileged people of urban slum communities. Spreeha, a word which means hope, intention, and strong desire in my mother tongue (Bengali), reflects the attitude of the foundation to do good for the world, one life at a time. If you wish to learn more about them, please visit http://spreeha.org. And now, I’m really excited to announce that if you wish to support the…read more