Raising Human
Parenting, in other words, is raising humans. It cannot be an under-performing job. More than a job, it is an obligation or duty for betterment of mankind, on a larger scale. In my younger days, I am part of raising several domestic animals. They get matured in no time. They cannot exercise their thinking power
Smiling: Showing Happy Face
‘Papa, you are not smiling!’ exclaimed my little daughter. She was in her playing mood, imitating people she has seen. These are precious moments for a Stay-at-Home-Dad. ‘Ah! You caught me, dear! I am sorry.’ I replied. She came forward pulled my cheeks to let me smile. She did it. And she was happy. A
Cotton in my pocket
There is always a piece of cotton in my pocket. My pants’ pocket, actually, and in between all my books and notebook. Friends, colleagues, professors, and some persons noticed. Some are curious while some of them who saw me using it told me I am being careful. During our first year in the University we
My Lost Spanner
Fall season for the year is about to end. People started harvesting rice from their paddy fields. When the harvest season is approaching, it is time for servicing of our old and very small, Rice Mill Plant. For machinery work a
Change: Yes We Can! But I Will Not!
‘Yes We Can! But I will not change!’ said one of my colleagues, smiling cheerily. He is not adamant to change. ‘It is time to act, not shout slogans and/or chanting what we wanted,’ he continued. We used to joke around currents happenings that almost deafen our daily activities. Yes, I am talking about those
Abiding Grace: The Joy of Sharing in Sufferings
When we suffered hardships in life, we wanted someone to talk to. That too, if we are able to talk. We wanted to pour out our sufferings by letting it out. There is no joy to any types of suffering yet there can be joy to any types of suffering. Personally, I’d been through some
I am hurt!
“I am hurt!” said my five-year-old, stumbling on the ground. Anxious at what I do next. He galloped past me. I had reminded him, many times, to look out, follow my footsteps, and go slow. I waited for him to get up by himself, which I hope would make him tougher. I also wanted him
Abiding Presence
He became one amongst them. The Heaven abider abides with them. They felt enlightened when He was with them They get comforted, they felt loved. Abide in Me, He too pleaded. And Lo! He had served His purpose, Went to His Father’s everlasting abiding place. Deserted, they felt, although His return assured. His abiding presence
Within the Limited Pasture
We tend to herds of cattle in the green pastures nearby our village. When we are busy with other work, we tie them with a long rope so that they can roam around freely, but within a limited space. They are used for ploughing our paddy fields where we grow rice during the monsoon season.
