Kuldip is going to get a new face, and the freedom that will allow her.

This is just the best news I had in a long time. Kuldips cousin lives in the same building and asked me to help find someone who could rebuild her face. She was a victim of her husbands anger and acid in a vicious attack that left her disfigured, blind in one eye and deaf. The Italian based charity Smile Again does exactly what it says on the tin: they help people like Kuldip smile again. Give them a visit, give them some euro or dollar or yen or pounds, or if you are a plastic surgeon donate some time, or if you are a government official in a European country help them to bring people here for help.

Kuldip

I sometimes wonder,
Who am I,
What Am I,
Where Am I?

The clouds outside are lit by the light of a fading London sunset. There was a rainbow, but now it’s gone. The golden light is reflecting from the safron and terracotta walls of my living room. And the world feels good, just because of the quality of light … humans beings are too bizarrely constructed for these myths about God to be true.