Very often I meet people who tell me, “If I wasn’t sickly, I would have done well in life!”

Or it could be, “I wish I was beautiful then I would have succeeded in whatever I put my hands too!”

Or, “Do you know what it is to be short and not be tall like others?”

Many decades ago my father, a businessman, decided to start exporting handicrafts to the USA. He went to the emporiums and shops which had the items, found out who the people were who were making it, and sent samples to the States. He was soon flooded with orders and asked the craftsmen to work hard and deliver the required numbers.

It was at my cousin’s office in the business district of Mumbai decades ago that I met him. He was, according to my cousin, a star salesman, “Hear him Bob,” said my cousin, “He has the gift of the gab!” Which meant he could talk fast and easily because words came out of his mouth faster than a race car. And like a race car, he looked good, and his manner, charming.

Let me tell you my dear readers that it is easy to write about certain issues, but quite often it is difficult to practice what you preach, and one area for me was forgiveness. One day a friend of mine, heard me angrily talking about someone who had done me harm. At the end of my angry talk he turned to me and said, “Bob, you need to forgive!” “But I’ve been insulted,” I said angrily and heard his silence, and in that silence I knew how weak I sounded.

As my daughter left back to her home in New York last month, my eyes were moist, was this ‘the little girl I carried?’ I wondered, and my mind went back a few years:

All you fathers having daughters know that when they want something from dad, they suddenly become all child again. I felt this change as she entered my room, and I geared myself for the assault, “Dad,” she said, “You and mummy are going to sing at my wedding!”