Hello! Anybody out there?

Hello there!

This is my first post. I am new to this world of blogging.

I named my blog "Through Time and Space" because the phrase reminds me of an ever moving continuum - which is what I think our lives are. Constantly moving forward, constantly changing, constantly evolving. Stagnation has more often than not, repulsed me. I would like to believe that I am more of the "introspect and evolve" kind of person. As a mother, that is what I have tried to imbibe in my child and as a teacher, in my students,

Born an Indian Air-Force kid, I have lived the civil life by marriage and I am also a part of the great and diverse Kendriya Vidyalaya (Central School) family that is spread across the length and breadth of India.
Over many decades, my education,employment,marriage and wanderlust, have taken me and my family to different parts of India. Life in different cities, each with its own unique vibrant culture, has shaped my thought processes.

It has been a considerable period of time that I have been collecting my thoughts, experiences and observations about life as an equation with multiple variables - some in our control....most out of it.


In my journey through time and space I am hoping to find like minded friends with whom I will share lovely ideas,situations,poems, short stories and other bits of creative writing. I wish to talk about the richness of the human mind and human emotions I have discovered in my tenure as a teacher, interacting with adolescent students and parents, from varied social strata, across India.

While I am at it, I wish to make a mention of my parents.Those enlightened, large-hearted, gentle people who enriched my childhood not with material wealth, but with the power of ideas and dreams. Who fueled my imagination and my thoughts. Who introduced me to the unending treasures that books have to offer.

I was a bookworm! I remember with amusement that when I was child it was not an uncommon sight to see the sofas piled up with books and we, my two siblings and I, sitting on the floor reading books. Ma would read to us every night after she tucked us in bed  - Wordsworth gazing at the beauty of yellow daffodils he stumbled upon unexpectedly on his walk, Shelley's description of the floating rain cloud who calls herself the "daughter of Earth and Water and the nursling of the Sky!" and Tagore's child-like fancy with the bangle-seller.
My Dad would read out to us, plays and dramas, when he came home from work.
And we three would lose ourselves, over and over again in the spectacular visions which the poet, the author and the playwright painted with their deft words.

And these are the foundations of all the wonderful interactions waiting to take wings through time and space.

Come and join me on this journey.

SD