“હું દુખી છું એટલું લખવાનું છે. Sad. Dhrishita”
I am writing this sitting in Imphal – capital of a remote state of Manipur. My work involves travelling and thus I need to stay away from home frequently. However, whenever I am away, my communication with my daughter continues. She sends me SMS or emails, with the help of her mother Nirali. Google transcription has made it easy to communicate her feelings/thoughts as it is in the same language that she expresses. This morning I received this SMS: “ આપણે આપણા દેશને કેમ સાચવતાં નથી. હું શું કરી શકું? હું દુખી છું. ધ્રિશિતા ” ( Why are we not taking good care of our c ountry What can I? Sad. Dhirshita). After a bit more inquiry, I got to the following details. While returning home with Nirali , she saw a person not obeying traffic rules, despite the presence of a traffic police right in front of him. Thereafter, she met with a small traffic jam; again, there on corner of same road two policemen were chatting with each other and not contributing to manage the road jam. At this, she lame...