Arvind Kejriwal

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There is something about this man that I absolutely LOVE!

He has been on an indefinite fast in Delhi from 23rd of this month. I trawl through the news clips and the photos to look at this man, this veritable giant of a man for whom, nothing is insurmountable.

I know. Perhaps I exaggerate. Hyperbole has been a particular weakness of mine. But I do admire this man.



He is the face of the new India, whose leaders know what they are talking about. Who make more than ritualistic, customary visits to regions of conflict, poverty laden households and areas hit by calamities.

He is a man who knows.


P.S. - My mother is terribly worried about him because he has severe diabetes. So take care, Mr. Kejriwal!

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