“Large-leaved and low-bent, trailing immense,Magnolias…” — Alfred Lord Tennyson, “The Princess”(1847) The Flowering of Memory and Myth Two splendid Sycamores stand like sentinels in my backyard—tall, stately, unshakeable. They frame the rear of my son’s New Jersey home with a quiet majesty. But it is the Magnolia trees in the forecourt that currently command all attention.Continue reading “Magnificent Magnolia – In Bloom and Beyond”
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Sycamore: A Tree, A World, A Wound
In the Shadow of the Sycamore Two tall and stately Sycamore trees stand magnificently at the far end of the lawn in my son’s opulent home — guardians of grace, stretching skyward in noble stillness. They are unlike any tree I had encountered up close: pale-barked, broad-limbed, with a silvery elegance that seems toContinue reading “Sycamore: A Tree, A World, A Wound”
In Memory of Dr. Shekhar Dutt
The news of Shri Shekhar Dutt’s sudden passing left me utterly disoriented. It came without warning, and for a while, I found myself unable to collect my thoughts or articulate what I was feeling. Even now, days later, I struggle to accept it. There are some people whose presence, even when silent or distant, anchorsContinue reading “In Memory of Dr. Shekhar Dutt”
Turning 72: Seeking Purpose and Passion in Life
A Reflection at the Edge of Time A Note Before the Journey As I turn 72, I find myself drawn not toward festivity, but toward reflection. This piece was written not to elicit birthday greetings, nor a nostalgic look back. It is, instead, an offering—a way to share the quiet musings and persistent emotions thatContinue reading “Turning 72: Seeking Purpose and Passion in Life”
Mother—Who Breathes Through Earth
(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”
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”
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