In just five days, the glitz, the grandeur, the celebration will grace Mother’s Day. I believe we do not have to wait till then to honor our mothers. For all what they do for us, the invaluable role that they play in the family, and the sacrifices they make to keep the merry notes playing in our lives, EVERY DAY is actually a Mother’s Day! … Continue reading Thoughts of Love
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 ago: my mentors of the high school years, my well … Continue reading Fond Remembrances: A Tribute
Invisible to the naked eye Lovingly nestled in the chambers of my heart, I have preserved those yarns. The strands that strongly bind the pearls of those precious times. Safely have I guarded them, I cannot let go those bits and pieces soaked in joy, the sweetness of that bond. For I know they are the only remnants I can cling on to. Seems just … Continue reading Loving Thoughts
My adorable technical editor will get to see this piece once it’s online. I am going to be extremely careful, lest he complains again that I always put extra spaces while typing. As much as he has featured several times in my posts (perhaps too many), this is the first one dedicated exclusively to him! I will not be able to say all what I … Continue reading For the Apple of My Eye
Openmouthed or dumbfounded? I can guarantee it will be either of these reactions when my soon to be twenty-one-year-old kid reads this blog post. Perhaps in the wildest of his dreams, he could not have imagined that I would be writing on this topic. It does not fall in my genre, and he will undoubtedly consider himself more qualified to voice his opinion. I can … Continue reading Casually Thinking About the King
(Translation of the short story “Gulaam” by Sourobh Kumar Chaliha in Assamese ) “The children beam with joy when it snows in Guwahati in the months of November and December. Roads, roof-tops, flowers, trees and vehicles – everything gets covered with snow. It is as if the town becomes clad in a single white garment. The world appears flooded in white transparent rays of light. At … Continue reading An Enslaved Mind
He ducked his head through the sliding door of the room filled with the whiff of that Lancôme fragrance she always wore. She is pretty, he thought. Perhaps she had heard it umpteen times from endless souls. Even under the spell of anesthesia, with her hair all across her face, the blue shadow caked in the corner of her eyelids, her face as pale as … Continue reading The Baby
