What Sets Us Apart?
You look at me. Almost shyly, I look back. There is much in these there-but-not-quite gazes, though they are silent. You are going, and...
Memories of a man
These are my memories of a man who was so much more than just my grandfather?
Someone who always had the time to talk, who...
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...
Live for the moment
It is always fun to dream. To fantasize that you are someone else, somewhere far far away. Someone who has escaped mundane daily life...
It might have been
Look, down there. That thing you just saw, shattered into a million tiny little pieces, is my heart. That sound you just heard was...
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...
Dead Letter
I choose to call this a dead letter because I've decided its faith even before it has taken shape. Since I chose to bare...
An Irreplaceable Power
In the words of Nelson Mandela, ?Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.? The daily routines have...
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...
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...
