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SING A NEW SONG, CHIQUITITA

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“Chiquitita tell me the truth I’m a shoulder you can cry on” From the ABBA song – ‘Chiquitita’ O ne of the comforting moments, during these days of lockdown, is when you receive a quote, a video with a reassuring message from someone who really cares for you. During these many weeks of stay-at-home, I have been touched by many of them. Maybe, it’s not the quote or video, per se, that has made my heart melt, but, I suppose, it’s the openness of my heart – how ready it is to receive them. It really amazes me to see how my heart responds… Even a very ordinary message or an old, often-heard song, now, all of a sudden, comes to stir me… make a lot of sense… and, yes, provide comfort and reassurance. These are bleak days for all of us. We may live in our mansions or in our huts… But, the Time seems to have stopped for all of us! Sheetal, an old friend, who hadn’t been in touch with me for a long time, sent, last night, these words… “N...

SOMEBODY TOOK CARE...AND SOMEBODY WILL

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Pic.: Daniel Pinto ”The proud man counts his newspaper clippings, the humble man his blessings.” -  Fulton J. Sheen T wenty-five years ago, on this day, we – many of my innocent college-students and I – had founded THE DAWN CLUB. All those students, today, are twenty-five years older, wiser, stronger in their lives... They are settled well, all over the world... And, I am 56... Over these years, thousands of young-boys and girls have been touched by the work THE DAWN CLUB has been doing... the wonderful Workshops, the Public Speaking and Self-Growth sessions, the motivational books, magazines and writings. Scores of gifted teachers and trainers have helped me translate what I, as a young-man, had conceived in my mind – to guide, inspire and empower the young and earnest souls... So, twenty-five years is a long time; isn't it? The world calls it ‘the Silver Jubilee’; isn't it? It calls for celebration; isn't it? It has to be ann...
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...