Everyone I come across is, to me, if not a friend, a brother, a sister, a son, a daughter, a father, or a mother. I believe in the idea that the world is one family and we all are brothers and sisters irrespective of our color, geographical location, language, or culture.
These differences were not meant to separate us into camps, but to enrich us. It is in error that we use them to separate us.
That aside, what I really set out to convey to you through this post is that my very loving daughter and young friend in India, by name Prachi, sent me the drawing you see here. I like to know if you like it? Can you read any meaning from it?
Like all of you, Prachi is so dear to me. Bringing this on the table for us to talk about is a way to tell Prachi “Thank you very much. I love you.”
Thank you for reading and in advance for your comment.