Millions had passed through this way. Some had their birth in palaces or big mansions and left the world leaving their foot prints on their path. A great many were born in small huts but over the years of their journey, reached somewhere and left their marks in the history of mankind. But millions and millions had their beginnings in humble surroundings, lived and perished. Nobody knows where they started their journeys from, where they were heading to and from where they disappeared. But everyone has a history of their own. Even the smallest creation of the nature like an ant which the human eye can see and follow has its life history which might enthuse everyone who can appreciate it.

The majority might not have left their imprints and marks on the paths they followed but they form the path themselves, perishing on the way. In my work, I have made an attempt to narrate my journey of sixty years and tried to share my experiences with the readers. It was a journey I underwent with a strong belief that ‘nothing is impossible under the sun …’ and ‘a man would do nothing if he waited until he could do it so well that no one would find fault with what he has done’ as said by Cardinal Newman. I am aware that there was nothing extraordinary in my journey but was like the one of those of millions who passed this way.