Flipping over my last year’s diary I found the following few paragraphs. Interestingly they were written at the Abudabi airport, while waiting for the connecting flight. As I was thinking to pen my experiences in Ireland, I thought it would be appropriate to reproduce these few paragraphs. These were my genuine feelings, which spontaneously came from the depth of my heart. My days are counted in Ireland. Then I will have to say, ‘once upon a time I was in Ireland…!’ Why not pen something when I am still in Ireland…? The following article is incomplete as I will be adding from time to time…
Sunday, March 7, 2010
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