When I was young we used to play a game where we measured the length of our arm with the width of our friend’s palm. While taking measurements we will recite “Thinker, Tailor, Rich man, Poor man, Beggar man, Thief!”. The word we shout out last when we reach the end of the arm is either the man you will marry or what you would become as an adult. Although it was merely a game, I always wished to marry a rich man who would provide me the luxury to be a Thinker. Over the years, I became the “Rich Man” providing myself the luxury and opportunities to be a Thinker. This blog is part of that journey and I hope it will enrich me further as it would, I hope do the same for you. 🙂


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