On the day I was born, I think I already had ideas of saving the world.
Funny how life gives us the platform from which to test our boundaries and theories where we should be testing our living instead.
In my teens, I was assaulted by the visuals of war and the intricacies of what the aftermath left in its wake. During those times, I guess, I developed the consciousness of wanting to save the world from its cruelties.
How does one, at the tender age of 11, equalize the horrors of what a war can do from the eyes of a youngster? How does one justify it to kids and to life itself? How does one explain it to wives, mothers what losing them can do to a nation?







