A vegetable recipe shared by a fellow teacher became an instant hit when I tried it out for my folks. Henceforth, it is being made in my home at regular intervals. The combined seasoning of olive oil, garlic cloves, and roasted red pepper flakes that are integral in the preparation of the dish create an … More A Green Tale
The loud rhythm of the falling rain awakens me, as I lie in bed in the wee hours, warmly snuggled, engulfed in the tranquillity of a December morning. Folks at home in deep slumber, The sun’s yet to rise. A new realization bounces upon me. Racing fast, the year has almost reached the finish line. … More Thoughts Unbound
Two separate messages with the same news landed on my phone from two different locations. They were from Father Thomas in Colorado Springs and Sister Ivy in the hilly city of Dimapur. Both conveyed the message about the sad demise of Father Cilia last Monday. They are all my connections from more than three decades … More Fond Remembrances: A Tribute
Acculturation and assimilation are the significant threads that weave the fabric of human progress. Our exposure to a new environment helps us to appreciate and understand the cultural nuances unique to that country. Thanksgiving was one of those festivals I was introduced to after I had landed in the United States in the early nineties … More Let’s Bring the Thanks Back!
Flashback, five years ago: Prior to the curriculum night at his school, I asked my high schooler if the new teacher who joined the science faculty was a young man. Pat came the reply, “Oh he’s quite old!” Expecting to see someone with gray hairs, I was surprised to meet a smart guy who at … More Getting Hipper, Cooler, Smarter
The crunchy red leaves, the rustling breeze beckon to me as I lazily lie, ensconced in the silence of a fall afternoon. My constant companion stubbornly refuses to leave my side. Soulful melodies from a legend gone long ago drown our ears. In candid confidence, we make a promise to traverse the miles, ten thousand … More Autumn Bliss
A not very pleasant music played around in the house at regular intervals. The musicians were my niece Naini, my son, and myself. If anyone’s wondering what genre of music I am talking about, let me be honest that I’m being rather sarcastic. My twenty-two year-old kiddo was the forerunner who unintentionally had passed on … More Warm Wisdom Post Irksome Illness
