Born and brought up in a small village of SARAR, Vadodara District where I imbibed the pastoral beauty of fields of cotton, tossing wheat crops in the spring zephyr and green grass.

I am fond of reading. In my boyhood once I had finished my school home work, I would start reading mostly well known fiction books in Gujarati and any odd books in the night, listening to a fox’s cries from a far away field.

My mother used to shout, ‘ blog, it is late at night, go to bed.’ Still I continued reading for a while eventually went to bed. I have been in this country for the past fifty years and still all of those past sweet reminiscences linger in me.