Memories
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Growing Up – The Delhi Years
“Yes, Daddy, yes! That’s the book the teacher read in class.” Daddy is turning pages of a children’s book entitled Fix it, Please. ... -
Cycle of Rebirth
Spring forth in the eternal cycle of rebirth The spinning Wheel turns as it passes on its way. Feel the heart-beat rhythm of the ... -
In her Mother’s Footpath
From my window, I catch the image of a mother and child On their way to meet destiny’s demands Fine wrinkles gracefully line the ... -
Skateboards and Paper Jams
Another darn problem! Nothing is going right today, simply nothing! The smallest of tasks has me beating my head against the wall. Now it’s ... -
Love You More Fifteen Years Later
February is the month of gray and the month of love all wrapped up into one. Did someone plan this phenomenon? I believe it ... -
Dead Letter
Was it a gift, Or was it a snare? Beautiful— Like Pandora’s box, I ran my hand along The textured cover— The meticulously cut ... -
New Horizons
nagging doubt sometimes lingersever clinging to the mindwithering the heart each day hope is always on the horizonopen doors just one turn awayready to ... -
Glimpses of Small Town India of Yore
I was ten when Daddy put me on a train to Ambala. Alone and unsupervised for the first time, feeling quite grown up, I ... -
I’m not Here
Blank papers rustles about by the windDried ink pots are cracked from neglectI suppose there are lines I’m supposed to writeThere are emotions I ... -
Beloved Brother Gone-Part 2
The visit to Ottawa ended. Nothing had been resolved. It was clear Sudhir needed to continue under supervised care, and he was sick of ...