“Many cool,” said the guy who comes to mow our lawn in the summer and fall. It took us a while to figure out what he meant. It was an unusually breezy afternoon, and when he gestured by putting his arms across his chest, it struck us that he was trying to say that it … More What’s the Big Deal With This “English Vinglish”?
They have a plan in place, in tune with Nature’s varied moods, and follow a ritual, I often wondered why. Droplets streamed down the window panes, the remnants from the showers, of the night before. Dark clouds enveloped the sky. The chill, the silence, the wet ground defined the dull, gray morning. With a dampened … More Again, After the Rains
Icicles, frost, sub-zeroes, chill, blizzard, freeze: like any other year, these words have adorned the winter glossary yet again. What carries an air of excitement with them is undoubtedly the mention of “snow”. More so for those who do not get to see it that often. Any time when I talk to people and say … More Winter Snippets
Several years ago, I frantically cried during transit at Frankfurt airport after having lost a ring in the flight from India. My innocent 8-year-old joined in unison and seemed as miserable. I had grown up hearing that losing gold is a bad omen. Later, a much older cousin advised that I needn’t worry because it … More As the Wives Say
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
