No way can I say that I have gone through any hardships in life. How blessed I have been to have had wonderful parents who never grudged me anything; sisters who cared for their ‘baby’ in the family – even now; a loving and trusting relationship with so much care and respect. I have had a fantastic journey so far pursuing what I wanted in my materialistic life. Throughout, loving individuals showered me with so much devotion and often unrequited care.
Everything came ever so easily.
Growing up as a Catholic was all about going to mass every week and doing the rituals as expected. With the fear of Hell and Purgatory firmly planted by the nuns while growing up, I had vivid visons of life that was filled with fire and endless punishment. Yet, something was missing. I had so many questions about life, so many gnawing doubts about my faith,