Few leaves of long-leafed coriander or culantro from my hometown are rich enough to make me feel the taste of home. Each year, my mother sent me some saplings so that we could add them to our potted plants, in the land where it is not grown. We keep an eye on them; water them, … Read more
My mother came home from the field. She looks tired; scaling the contours of hills and valleys beautifully crafted by the Creator. We eagerly waited for her to arrive home. In the shady evening, we’re hoping mother would bring us something to eat. As I can fairly recalled, her shabby dress was filled with sweat. … Read more
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 … Read more
While scanning through my old journals, I found this piece – a kind of short poem. It was written in those times when I really feel desolate. And, I know, I am not a good writer. A decade went by, when must have written this small piece. My joy and happiness are short-lived. My health … Read more
