In serene quietness of Gujarat in Bhuj. The welcome and hospitality of the people, as always, extraordinary. Bhuj airfield under repair, so the jet cannot land there, hence landing in Mundra, the private airfield of the business group Adani, wo has built the third largest, soon to become the largest port in India. A drive round the port facility, the private railway line and operations, the power plants, the oil line supplies, the imports and exports of some of the most important goods, the planting of a tree in the corporate office, and a long drive to the place of residence, where not so long ago, I think the whole idea of tweeting began. Back again on similar ground. Then it was a beginning, hesitant and apprehensive with mountains of criticism and accusations and the ugliness of motive. Now today after a silent and honest work schedule, the fruits of labor for the entire nation to see and behold. Those that critiqued and cynically sniggered at our effort, are now seeking help for their own programmes from our people. The ultimate recognition.

The day starts early tomorrow and starts at the Rann of Kutch, the white desert where a tent city has been put up for tourists to enjoy the moment. And subsequently I should be visiting and shooting at all the areas that had got left behind the last time round. But more than all this is the joy of meeting up with the people of the region. A region so close to home yet so diverse in so many ways. The clothing the language the food the environment, everything. But all Indian !

A dog barks in the distance. Its the only sound one can hear. Its the sound that I have lived my entire early years in Allahabad. There is some connect at least between the two cities or regions !! It is cold at night here. I believe around 4-7 degrees ! That is massively cold for us, though I can hear the Russian fans and those from the UK and USA looking at this as their summer temperatures !!

There are times when I do not wish to leave this page and continue to share to tell to just be with all, but knowing that not be possible, I reluctantly leave, to live and report another day to connect and to enrich myself with all that you express .. strange is it not ?

Guess not !!

So till the morrow then either back here or from the plains of the white deserts of the Rann .. good night

Love

Amitabh Bachchan