When we first moved to Hyderabad, we often drove by a lovely building surrounded by a garden, and I always longed to walk inside.
I finally did. My daughter took a couple of pottery workshops, there. And then, I attended a reading by Scottish author Margaret Donald in the lovely amphitheater at the back of the cultural center.
If someone had told me, then, that three and half years later, I would be sitting under that frangipani tree, reading my book to an audience of children and their parents, it is quite likely that I would have laughed out loud, even as I secretly wished such a dream could come true.
Well, it did, on Friday evening.
My youngest daughter here is doing her own reading, before everyone arrived.
Thank you to everyone who came to share that moment with me.