Coming Back to India

Coming Back to India

You know you are coming back to India when you board the plane and everyone is rushing to stand in line.. but clearly having trouble being disciplined in the line.. after all in India lines are definitely a foreign concept. After being stuck in Kuwait airport for 8...

I am so lucky

My last post was the pits.  Sounded a bit like a lament.. or perhaps just a fact I guess.. that’s my brain .. I can be a worrier. But as I walked this morning – the sun peeking over the edge of the earth – the air fresh and crispy – my body...

Waking in the Night

When was the last time you woke seemingly in the middle of the nght – wide awake – no hint of sleep in your eyes – and a million thoughts in the the head? This night past has been one of those.  It feels a rushing time – a time of never being...

The Ghosts With No Eyes

(an offering to our Writer’s Group – a short fiction and poem) Light silvery rain drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The black bird swooped in for the kill.  Grabbing in its talons the small mouse who tried to scuttle off...

World Environment Day

A day to honour and bless our Mother Earth.  To do good acts of loving kindness to all beings who walk on this Earth.  A day to remember the trees, remember the smallest of animals insects and organisms that support all life.  For without the infinitesimal the grand...