In The Drivers’ Seat Again
There was a date with an asterisk mark in my journal. It must be a day with significance, I thought, so I looked back on that particular day: On that day, it was written, I buckled in the drivers’ seat again and drove my way to church. Few things I had noted down on the
Conforming or Not
We know it was risky and he too was well aware of it, I believed. He came running to leap forward and jump into the river bank below. But then, he stopped at the edge of the river wall about fifteen meters high. “Jump! Jump! Jump! You can do it,” we shouted. We cheered him
A Reason to Love
We were observing our story time, one late noon, in our home. All their home assignments were done. We lie down while I narrate Biblical stories, repeating each time they’d requested. “Papa, papa, I love you very much”, said my son holding my right hand tightly. “I love you too, son. Any special reasons….?” I
To Die Or Not To Die
As if in our hand, some of us tried toying with our life. When we hit rock bottom with no chance of recovering, we are tempted to think about it. It might be unnecessary or unbelievable to even think about ‘to die or not to die’, but let us talked about it. The more relevant
Remembering Good Times
When I have time, I could spend few times maneuvering my cursor over my place of birth with the help of Google Earth. Our house was no more but I enjoyed viewing the place. I lived some 1500 miles away. We dwelled in that big house at the time of my birth. And I spent
The Lighter Yoke
It is time for them to learn how to carry a yoke. They had grown up. It can took us some time to let them mastered the art of plowing the land. At a very young age, we started working on our paddy field cultivating rice. We used water buffaloes for plowing the land. They
Bethel: House of God
He had to leave his family. His brother might kill him. He had to keep safe from his brother. He was a trickster: he had tricked his brother and father. He was untrustworthy, greedy, and on the run unsure and was unsure he’d meet God on his way. His father had opened the Gate of
the lullaby singer
“Papa, sing me a song. I can’t sleep,” nudged my children. They are requesting a lullaby that I used to sing. So, I get near them and sang lullabies, making my voice as soft as I could. Before I know, their body softens and they slept peacefully. It works like magic. And I enjoyed every
The Unforgiving Heart
At length, I tried to calm her. All my tactics are squandered. She was unhappy and not enjoying my presence. At last, I got upset. I let her be herself. She still did not show any sign of happiness. I waited for the time for everything to come back to normal. I don’t know what
Voice of the Pilot
In the summer of 2015, with a heavy heart, I’d boarded a flight on my way back home. I was heavy-hearted because I am back from attending the funeral service of my dear elder brother’s departed soul. My mother dropped me to the local bus terminal. She reminded me to not indulge in unwanted thought
