Turning back the pages of life, to a memory that brought us back from the demon's eye and dropped us into God's lap. I hardly remember an ounce of the incident, as I was just 2 years old. The only image that I can sketch is from my mom and dad's eyes and their deeply rooted wounds. Like every other family, mine was equally excited about the upcoming Diwali vacation. It was a trip to a holy destination, a well-known religious place of all Jains Palitana . And my sister had been more happy about it because it was my first