(A Mother’s Day Meditation) ( Last Sunday, we remembered our mothers. Though the occasion itself may be borrowed, motherhood is not. It belongs to no single culture—because it belongs to everyone. A mother is the purest flame of memory—guiding, giving, enduring. She is the one constant in every time, every life, every sorrow, and every joy.Continue reading “Mother—Who Breathes Through Earth”
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Brahma Kamal-A Poem
A Nocturne in White (There are flowers that bloom for the crowd, and there are flowers that bloom for silence. The Brahma Kamal is of the latter kind. It waits not for sunlight but for stillness—opening its celestial white petals only when the world has turned its face away. Cradled on the edge of an unassuming cactus,Continue reading “Brahma Kamal-A Poem”
Brahma Kamal: The Flower That Blooms in Silence
“Some flowers bloom where silence dwells,In night’s soft breath, their secret swells.” A Chance Encounter It was not an evening meant for miracles. The day had folded into dusk without flourish—no omens, no signs. I stepped out into the softened hush, led only by the hand of a cooling breeze. And there it was. BeneathContinue reading “Brahma Kamal: The Flower That Blooms in Silence”
In the Shadow of the Flame
– Exploring the invisible contours of creativity, the grace of waiting, and the unseen brilliance that shapes the world in silence “They also serve who only stand and wait.”— John Milton, On His Blindness What does it mean to create? Is creativity a sudden, divine benediction bestowed upon a chosen few? Or is it a facultyContinue reading “In the Shadow of the Flame”
A Son’s Prayer: Remembering Ma
“God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.”— Rudyard Kipling On the 17th of April, it will be eleven years since my mother left this world. And yet, not a day passes without her presence echoing within me—sometimes as a soft memory, sometimes as a sharp ache. To attempt to capture her essenceContinue reading “A Son’s Prayer: Remembering Ma”
A Waltz of Falling Blossoms-A Poem
(The first time I saw the white blossoms of the Caribbean Trumpet Tree twirling down in the gentle air, I was transfixed. They floated effortlessly, as if reluctant to leave the branch, yet yielding gracefully to the inevitable pull of the earth. There was no struggle, no resistance—only a quiet, mesmerizing descent. For a moment,Continue reading “A Waltz of Falling Blossoms-A Poem”
Exploring Bermuda’s Enduring Allure: Part III
Echoes of Myth, Lore, and Literature ‘A thing of beauty’ may be a joy for ever, but most beautiful things, whether corporal or natural, are shrouded in a certain mystique, a mystery and intrigue that fascinates but also frightens, attracts but also intimidates. Bermuda is no exception. Bermuda is an enchanting siren – sultry, sensuousContinue reading “Exploring Bermuda’s Enduring Allure: Part III”
Of Beauty, Of Freedom, Of Nature’s way, See The Enchantress slowly sway!
(In the quiet embrace of dawn, where the world blinks awake in hues of amber and gold, I find myself in trance, held captive not by the elements, but by the beguiling dance of Shama, a creature of the wild that flits and flutters into the corners of my vision and the edges of myContinue reading “Of Beauty, Of Freedom, Of Nature’s way, See The Enchantress slowly sway!”
A Teaser and A Tormentor: Part I
This bird tantalizes me incessantly. Perhaps ‘fascinates’ would be a more suitable term, but its perpetual motion is so captivating and yet so distracting that it effortlessly diverts my attention from any task at hand. An Enchantress Exceedingly agile and animated, it incessantly moves its posterior up and down, never pausing for more than aContinue reading “A Teaser and A Tormentor: Part I”
45 Years of Togetherness
Celebrating Love, Sacrifice, and Companionship 45 years in a human life, by any account, is a long time. For most people it is more than half of their lives. Yet, there are associations that last as long, even longer, and its sustenance is not an ordinary event. It becomes integrated in one’s life – naturally,Continue reading “45 Years of Togetherness”
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