Category Archives: Poetry

Freedom Fighters 

Freedom fighters are people like you and I. When tired of being ruled by a tyrant government, they decide to stand up, stand together and take a stand. They are afraid but determined. Yes, they can throw their comfortable lives

Freedom Fighters 

Freedom fighters are people like you and I. When tired of being ruled by a tyrant government, they decide to stand up, stand together and take a stand. They are afraid but determined. Yes, they can throw their comfortable lives

Rakhi, a warrior’s vow 

Last year when I told my son that my daughter will tie him Rakhi, he was mad. What do you mean, I have to protect her and give her money? I, not willing to question an ancient ritual told him

Rakhi, a warrior’s vow 

Last year when I told my son that my daughter will tie him Rakhi, he was mad. What do you mean, I have to protect her and give her money? I, not willing to question an ancient ritual told him

Silence 

Here, we must meet, now, in this ancient space that I had been afraid to journey into, till now.  A land buried under the weight of disappointment and expectation.  Together, we must dig to unearth  and wash it in the rain

Silence 

Here, we must meet, now, in this ancient space that I had been afraid to journey into, till now.  A land buried under the weight of disappointment and expectation.  Together, we must dig to unearth  and wash it in the rain

Lessons from my trip to India…

Sharing a few lessons amongst many from my brief but memorable trip to Desh, my beloved, mad, magical homeland: With all of the infrastructural quagmires and chaos, India is superior to any culture I’ve witnessed in the way it bestows

Lessons from my trip to India…

Sharing a few lessons amongst many from my brief but memorable trip to Desh, my beloved, mad, magical homeland: With all of the infrastructural quagmires and chaos, India is superior to any culture I’ve witnessed in the way it bestows

The many gifts of an injury 

Two weeks ago, on my daughters’ birthday, I was working from home and was on a half hour conference call. I didn’t realize that my leg had gone numb and when I stood up, in trying to stable myself, I

The many gifts of an injury 

Two weeks ago, on my daughters’ birthday, I was working from home and was on a half hour conference call. I didn’t realize that my leg had gone numb and when I stood up, in trying to stable myself, I

Farewell, Ms Parke 

This is Ms Parke. Ms Parke was my elementary school principal. This is her giving me my first award in kindergarten. Ms Parke was the most elegant woman I had ever met. Everything about her, from her hair, to her sari

Farewell, Ms Parke 

This is Ms Parke. Ms Parke was my elementary school principal. This is her giving me my first award in kindergarten. Ms Parke was the most elegant woman I had ever met. Everything about her, from her hair, to her sari

Bridges between gifts 

They arrive. Ma and Papa. My kids Daddu and Amma. After six years. With suitcases full of clothes and dates ofcourse, the quintessential middle eastern gift. And yes pickles and home made mathri. One suitcase of their clothes. Three of

Bridges between gifts 

They arrive. Ma and Papa. My kids Daddu and Amma. After six years. With suitcases full of clothes and dates ofcourse, the quintessential middle eastern gift. And yes pickles and home made mathri. One suitcase of their clothes. Three of