Have I ever finished reading a full book in my life? I’m not sure. That question stayed with me today.
I am Sathish. I’m 48 years old. When I pause and look back, I ask myself—what have I really done so far? I think I’ve been a good son to my parents, a good brother to my siblings, a good friend, and a decent student. A good husband? I hope so. But one thing I know for certain—I am a good father. Is that enough for a life?
Lately, I’ve been thinking about reading. I want my children to develop the habit of reading, but I also realize that it has to start with me. Maybe I can’t teach it unless I live it. And it’s not too late. It’s never too late to begin.
Today, I picked up this book - Sathya Sothanai - Author: Kalki R. Krishnamoorthy
Why this book? I don’t have a clear reason. Somehow, it felt right. I’ve owned it for a long time, but never truly opened it. Today felt different.
I read the introduction. It left me with a good feeling—like I may have chosen well.
Do I like Gandhi? Honestly, I’ve known him the way most people do—as the Father of the Nation, a freedom fighter, a disciplined son who made promises to his parents before going abroad, a leader of movements against British rule. That’s the Gandhi I knew. But even in the introduction, the writer presents a different side, a different perspective.
I want to continue reading. I want to slow down, reflect, and document what I read—what I understand and what I learn. This is not just about finishing a book. It’s about starting a journey.
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