essay, Ishaisms, Writing

Seva

What do you do to be involved in the community? Early mornings in early childhood always began with a ritual of sorts. While dad and mom managed the chaos of getting my sister and me off to school- ironing, polishing, prepping the tiffin-bag- the meticulous, dignified task of tying our school-ties was assigned to my… Continue reading Seva

Ishaisms, Writing

No poetry

At the Chinese takeout to pick up dinnerI see two little begging girls counting small bills together for a shared plate of foodin the Spring's evening chill of winter....and it broke me While I left them something for their begging bowl it didn't satisfy, only left a woundand no matter how I tryor hard I… Continue reading No poetry

family, Fiction, inspiration, Ishaisms, Short Story, story, Writing

GULMOHAR

He took to stealing moments at night, walking briskly in the cool, comforting Spring breeze, to sit by a tiny tea stall in the alley by the temple, for some soothing caffeine and smoke, among the poor souls who frequented it, peeking at him from time to time, through sips of their scalding tea in the oppressive Spring evenings, wondering why he was in a place like that.