Just yesterday the world celebrated the Mother's Day. The social networking sites, radios and television channels were bombarding us with emssages and advertisements.
My vision since the time I began working was one simple rule – give back to the society.
In a country like India, where female foeticide is prevalent even today, there are many obstacles in convincing parents that a girl-child needs to be educated.
One’s life experiences make us who we are and for me every experience has driven me to believe in myself.
As I begin this journey with World Pulse and Voices of our Future program, I feel the overwhelming sensation of humility.
It’s been great participating in this year’s Voice of our Future (VOF) process. I have found it both refreshing and inspiring.
I have been mulling over in my mind how to end this phase of the journey and my eureka moment came this morning as I took my daily run. I decided that the best way would be to let it all out.
Am I my country, that girl from the US? No. Am I my class, that girl who thrived in a loving home? No. Am I my family, mother, wife, daughter, sister to two handicapped brothers? No.
I've used terms like "feel the pressure, feel the burn, feel the moment"-my whole adult life. Now I actually DO feel it. Does anyone else know what I mean?
I feel so humbled and small.