The bench…

The same bench, the same feeling. I have sat here as a little boy watching the elders sing with devotion, while watching the clock: And wondering when it would be over and I could run to play with my friends. I have sat there, praying to score just enough to get into medicine school. I…

abundance…

They woke up, yawning and tumbling gently out of their beds. Both had to be coaxed by their parents. An open marble floor and fields were what their eyes saw… A crisp uniform and old brown shoes. One walked into a waiting car that honked ever so lightly – hurry up, we’ll be late. Waving…

I write because…

There is hope in this world And we must express it. Because the sun shines and We, too, must reflect its glory. Every generation needs to have storytellers, The world needs to keep moving, you see. And time is cyclical, Events that happened in the past, Will take on a fee form and will happen…

The message

I wander through the crowds,
Tip toeing ahead,
Sometimes on the shore.
I might lose sight of you – but I am there, always – I promise.