The above video is available on RUMBLE under “Motherless CHILD”. Following is a letter sent via email from the producer to his extended family and friends on the completion of this project.
Thank you, Jay, and greetings dear Abhigna, dear friends.
It took us a while Abhigna to dot the final i (as we say here in America) on your blessed presentation at the end of the film, but it is now complete. And with Jay’s and others’ help, we will be sending the film out across India* and the world.
That said, might I ask, Abhigna, what you are turning your vision to now?
Have you, for instance, a DREAM that I could, perhaps, help you fulfill?
If so, I would be honored if you would give this question some thought and let me know.
I will share your thoughts with a dear grandmother copied, Mangalam, who was Indira Gandhi’s first women minister (if my memory serves me correctly), and with another Indira, who has a significant vision for her, and your, land.
I send you my best wishes and am copying an old godson of mine who lent Bill Gates’ father a hand. Though Ryan and I have not been in touch for a number of years, perhaps he’ll be moved to glance at the short film: The Murder of the Innocents / Our Innocence
I trust your words, Abhigna, will help to touch that good and vital pulse in Bill and Melinda Gates’ hearts. That’s, I believe, what it is all about.
All will be well, if We the People remember who we are.
Thank you, Abhigna, for your blessed reminder and, friends, for the indispensable help of those to whom this e-mail is also addressed.
Kindly let me know if these words arrive.
Con-cord-e,
Your American godfather (if I may say : )
Stuart-Sinclair
* Jay mentioned that you may be presenting the film, together, to your Prime Minister soon.
I am also copying the film-maker, Brian Burrowes, who was the real hero on this end, as well as someone, I hope, that someday you will meet: the grandson of “Bapu,” who is carrying on the Mahatma’s labor, helping to keep burning the “Holy Flame of the Heart”.
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Love is the wind, the tide, the waves, the sunshine. Its power is incalculable; it is many horsepower. It never ceases, it never slacks; it can move the globe without a resting place; it can warm without fire; it can feed without meat; it can clothe without garments; it can shelter without roof; it can make a paradise within . . . . But though the wisest men in all ages have labored to publish this force, and every human heart is, sooner or later, more or less, made to feel it, yet how little is actually applied to social ends. ~ Thoreau, “Paradise (to be) Regained,” Reform Papers 47