The next morning was crisp and clear and due to a detour off my main road, I ended up riding through New Boston, Texas where I went to the first and second grade when my dad was a minister there. I think this is the first time I had been there was 1949. The church is no longer a Methodist church and the parsonage where we lived is no longer there, but I did find exactly where we lived and went to church. My new friend, John Williams of Avery, Texas then agreed.

Everything and something is seriously wrong in India. There is a rising spat of corruption hypocrisy nepotism terrorism and injustice towards women. Today we are not free but chained in the shackles of evil. The judicial system is infested with huge pending cases and delays ,where a terrorist is served biryani and justice dies a blind death. Have we ever questioned that to ourselves? Family is the cradle of living where one first learns how.

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