Special Time; Story Time at Home
It was mostly quiet at this time of the day. For most of the city slickers, it is time to take rest just after having their lunch. My children were done with their assigned work. It was calm, and the wind was lazy, just before taking their noon time nap, it was story time for us. “Papa,
You are Alone But not Alone
Let me begin this way. This tree, standing alone on top of the hill, is alone but strong. It reminded me of some of the adversities that decorate our lives. Sports, whether we play or not, everyone set our interest at least in one discipline. Due to the skill and speed involved I love football,
A Glimpse of Heaven: My Personal Journey
It was just another normal day in the shivering winter. My body is still weak from the recent brain surgery, but recovering well. As usual, with my son, we wake up early, to go for a walk in the park on that wintry morning. Soon we get back home, had our breakfast trying to began
Hope keeps you afloat: A Loner’s song
At some point in life you have no escape route You don’t know why you are here and none bothered You seem to stuck deeper the more you try to move out Your hard work paid off when it seems you are doing fine Hope, hope, hope…keeps you afloat. At a late stage in
A Surprise and stunning words from my Son: A privilege
We were sitting in the living room engaged in our own interest. We did talk in between just to speak our mind. The small conversations we had are unexpected and prompt. My son looks weaker than yesterday. He was not sick as yet. The next day, he had mild fever. From where he was sitting,
Living with Epilepsy: A Neurological Condition
Fresh out of college, he was ambitious and happy. To meet his immediate financial needs, he secured a job in one Multinational Companies. Now, he was able to buy himself books and practice books for competitive exam in the Public Sector.Moreover, his joy doubled when his parents agreed with his decision to marry his sweetheart.
Into the woods, long-lost dreams
There they go into the woods. Treading down the muddy path, trailing behind a herd of their domestic buffaloes. Dressed in shabby clothes, which are either very loose or too small for them. Anyway it suited their surroundings, it seems. They would slipped often, or the grass cuts them, almost in every exposed parts on their body.
A Good Name
What’s in a name? asked one writer whom I came across in my younger days. I am not trying to answer that question here though. All names are meant to be good in some way or the other. However, a name has something to it. It has something to do with its existence, and that is
