For Ammoma

“Get a cup of tea for Unni,” she said. I checked the flask. It was empty. I had only brought two cups from the canteen anyway. “There’s no tea.” Two minutes later, Ammoma repeated her request, only more earnestly. “Jayasree, get some tea for Unni.” Jaya aunty walked to the counter, poured a glass of … Continue reading For Ammoma

Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead. - Louisa May AlcottDream Big. Always.

Winter Sun

It was cold. The sun a mere disk Of iridescent white; a moon against the morning sky No clouds. A funereal shroud Thrown afar, rooftop to rooftop Pigeons roosting on the satellite dishes Taking flight, twirling and swirling Crazed and confused. Eagles soaring; smooth and powerful, their outstretched wings Cutting clean the frigid air Knowing, … Continue reading Winter Sun


Wildflowers bound the wayside Thistle flowers and forget-me-nots No one watched them. They grew Of their own accord. No one cared. They willed themselves Into existence. Tenders shoots peeping out Feeding on the morning dew And the fire to meet the sky.