I’ll wish I was there
My earliest memory of the activity that has occupied the most generous portion of my life thus far - going to school - is...
Teachers Our Mentors
?The true teacher defends his pupils against his own personal influence.? Have you noticed that we have teachers around us at almost every moment...
The Dead Man Wore Pyjamas
Recently, I was reading Like the Flowing River, by Paulo Coelho. True, there were many thought provoking stories in the book, but there was...
On Being Judged
She was understandably angry. Everyone she knew had some sort of comment to make and she was fed up of hearing them. She knew,...
On Being A Writer
Almost unsurprisingly, she had returned from her self-imposed hiatus. They'd warned her about it, everyone around her. One had told her (and this warning...
The birth of Spring
?Somehow in the dead of winter when its 40 below, so cold your words just freeze in the air, you think you'll never hear...
A World of Magic
Father's Day is officially over. The presents have been sent, and the hugs have already been given. It's these kinds of times that I...
Summer Is Life
?The summer night is like a perfection of thought.? We all see the temperatures soaring and the sun spending a longer amount of time...
Unanswered Questions!
It had been "ages" since we met, quite literally. And yet I knew her at once, without her having to turn all the way...
Daddy
Long ago, I'd read somewhere that the true greatness of a person is reflected by the human inability to define that greatness. And so,...
