Circa 1980, Chennai, India. I’m a teenager… “Divine!” That’s the deep emotion evoked by that sip of South Indian filter … More
Tag: gratitude
My name is…
A beam slowly dawned on her face like the gentle rise of the sun. It tuned into a smile that … More
A hop, skip and a jump
The long drive back home through evening traffic was something I dread. The boredom of the stop-and-go traffic drains my … More
Winds of destiny
The wind does not blow according to the pilot’s wishes. Where are the winds of destiny taking you?
My Journey Of Gratitude 