Horizon

In the middle of eighty a few of our friends organized a tour to London. A travel company arranged the tour securing accommodation in a hotel in London. During my stay in London I expressed my willingness to the tour operator to visit my friend Amit Kumar Singh. As co-villager we were enjoying our friendship from childhood. He jumped various stages of the regular system of education on his merit. We continued our relationship by the exchange of letters though not regularly but intermittently. These days the myths concerned with eating cow flesh in the west have no relevance. Intercontinental food availabilities have varieties of options. Still the Hindus of India had a reservation to treat the cow as a mother. I reached his residence early morning. He and his wife welcomed me heartily. He informed me that he had three sons the first were twins and the third was three years after the birth of the twin. His sons were patronized by his mother-in-law to inherit her vast business empire. When I expressed my desire to take departure he gave me two diaries and requested me to write about him. Months took to correlate incidents of his life to ink on paper. No doubt his correspondence became a valued tool to connect several links. I can assure you his biopic is worth reading