Long time back I was introduced to a professor and I had the privilege to listen to him about life as a refugee and memories of his motherland. This is his story: Professor D came from a humble background and lived in a joint family in a remote village. He studied in the local school and …

I was one of those lucky kids who grew up in a place surrounded by lots and lots of trees all around a little house in the heart of Kathmandu, Nepal.  I could sit for hours on a branch of a tree and observe butterflies, bees, jackals, serpents, lizards, bats, and several other birds.  That …

Take a stride, Feel the sun,  Touch the breeze, On your face. Walk that mile, Smile all the way, Hum a song. Dusk to dawn, Climb a mountain, Swim the waves, Run a mile, Come along. Savor the rain, Get all drenched, Jump in a puddle, Laughing all the way. Sense the thrill, Live the …

As I lay on my bed staring into the sky from my windows, I hear the trees whisper, calling me as the soft wind blows, “Come to me, the child of the wild, to the jungles you love so deep, I will fold you into my foliage before in deep slumber you sleep.” “When I …

Full of fun and a happy child that she was, Climbing trees, plucking flower, Following kites, giggling mercilessly, She never knew how to glower, At a tender age, lightening stuck her down, Though a little child she was she learnt and rose.   Studying hard in school, with cousins she roamed, She was full of …

Mother Earth Oh Mother Earth! If you have to cave in, Cave in my apathy inside your womb. If you has to tumble, Tumble away my arrogance. If you have to shake, Shake off my ignorance. If you have to flood, Flood me with compassion. If you have to dry up, Able me to dry …

T24, the tiger, whom I had once chanced upon, some time ago, Is in the news with passion flowing for him galore. What is right or what is wrong for me is not to say, So here I am penning my feelings in my own way. My passion for the tigers makes my heart go …

Why do you dance and prance around, you ask, My limbs are perfect and intact, Don’t you want to show your appreciation to someone up there? Why do you always smile, you ask, Has there got to be a justification, Don’t you think to be able to is not enough a reason? Why are you …

The wood is rotting, the roof is rusting, The paint is peeling and water is seeping, I may drown any moment on this very shore, Then drift to the deep water where I will be seen no more. I try to rock along with the waves, So that I can move a bit towards the bank, …

My feet may be heavy as I thump along, My nose may be long and touch the ground, My hair may be wiry that sparsely sprouts, My ears may be huge like fans no doubts, My skin may be thick with wrinkles all over, My call may be loud trumpet for all to seek cover, …