Am about to embark on the trip of my life.... alone...

A lil scared but the excitement overrides fear.

Have been rehearsing what I will do if i were to be harassed by a random dude on the streets and what will I do if some one gropes or molests me... (prob kick his balls.. but then again I will only have one shot, so carrying something capable of considerable damage will prove to be more practical.)

That aside, I came across this home set up by the late Mother Teressa in Agra. Will stop by there to check it out and spend one day there.

It's sad to see children becoming victims of poverty. While our children here complain about heavy school bags and homework, they can only hope to live one more day.

Maybe we should pause and reflect: are we too caught up with our own lives that we become oblivious to what is happening around us?