Let Freedom Ring
My Childhood Days When I was a six-month-old child, a weak, fragile and mollycoddled me happily played with my grandmother, unaware of who I was with. I was born with poor health, and my mom had to leave me with my grandma for better care. Barely a year old, I was taken away by my paternal uncle to Kathmandu. He named me Jayshree, and I am very grateful to him for this name. I love to hear greetings like, “Jayshree Hari”, “Jayshree Ram”, or “Jayshree Krishna”. Like any other child, I spent my childhood days drawing the most common scenery which had mountains, rivers, coconut trees and a small hut beside a river. Every evening, I would visit the Ganesh temple, and offer fresh flowers to the deity. When we had guests, I would have the privilege of paying homage to Lord Shiva at Pashupatinath, Lord Vishnu’s temple at Budhanilkantha Temple, and other Hindu deities at Bhaktapur and Patan. These were my early childhood memories of the Sanatana Dharma. Studying at a convent school...