Holding Hands

September 1, 2014 /

A dark night, drizzling rain, shining lights on the road and speeding traffic were all enough to make me a little scared of crossing the road. A few hesitant steps into the traffic and a hand reached out to me from behind. As the hand tightened around mine and tugged me forward, my heart filled with warmth.

With his hand holding mine, there is nothing that I will ever be afraid of. Maybe, this is what they call love.

Shilpa Roy Kota

I am an ex-Management Consultant and a successful entrepreneur having close to twenty years of corporate experience. I am currently focusing full time on being a homeschooling parent while researching on the future of education and alternate methods of education. I am also a Vedic Math Trainer, an Operations Manager at a business run by her children and a philanthropist working with tens of other under privileged children. I bring all my past and current experiences together in the form of writing blogs. Using these blogs I wish to create awareness in parents, caregivers and educators about parenting, education and holistic living.