So this is what happened to me since I came to my senses till present day when I carry my wrinkled paralyzed body in a wheelchair at my home near the mango orchard. In my lifetime, my country got independence, got divided and in turn divided an enemy nation. I endured the aftermath of a world war without participation where will of a single person led to killing of millions. I was alive when two cities were destroyed by weapons which were inspired from Bhagvad Gita, the creator quoting “Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.” I witnessed the world turning into a bipolar state where the only goal was to win the war race. I read the news of man landing on moon firsthand. I saw the information technology revolution which shrank the world from letters to emails and phone calls. I endured the brutality of emergency in my country. I experienced humanity shamed with partition and eighty-four riots. I saw it blossoming through Mother Teresa’s efforts in helping the poor and needy. In my limited capacity, I believe that I had a part to play in all these events, scholars have come up with a name for this phenomena, “the butterfly effect”. I familiarized with rank-order-change in my personality with responsibilities and authorities as a son, father, subordinate, supervisor and head of family. I have seen ups and downs any life can offer, I fought and I loved. I have enjoyed the joy of life through my sons and grandsons and experienced sorrow with tears on losing my loved ones. Most of us don’t like thinking about death. It freaks us out. But thinking about our own death surprisingly has a lot of practical advantages. One of those advantages is that it forces us to zero in on what’s actually important in our lives and what’s just frivolous and distracting. Discovering one’s “purpose” in life fundamentally narrows down to finding those few things that are bigger than yourself, and bigger than those around you. And to find them you must get off your comfort and act, and take the time to think beyond yourself, to think greater than yourself, and paradoxically, to imagine a world without yourself. When I think about it, I feel happy that I have contributed, however small, in making some betterment in other’s life. If you have gone through the pages, it should inspire you in believing that there are always some extraordinary moments in a very ordinary life. This is my story.