Writing an Author Bio is hard. So, after I published Moments in Transition: Stories of Maya and Jeena I wrote this: My Life in Spine Art What is hard about my bio is that I have been a rolling stone – sort of. So now, after The House on East Canal Road here is my …
Category Archives: dialogue
Animal Instinct
It started as a normal day. Monday morning, alarm, yawn, stretch, tumble out of bed, shower, blue uniform, and holster. Yeah don’t forget the gun. Ready for work. Just another day. Just another week. Alex sighed, straightened his tie with the right hand and reached for the briefcase with his left. Only it wasn’t in its …
Memorial Day is for Moms
Matt and Priya were classmates. I met Mrs. Manoukian for the first time when she came to drop Matt off for a birthday party. She rang the doorbell. “Can we stay too?” Matt ran in without pause. I saw Matt’s brother looking up at me. His chubby palm circled mommy’s manicured finger. His look was …
A Cup of Restraint
At the dawn of civilization, Omar Khayyam said something to the effect of- a loaf of bread, a jug of wine and thou beside me – his portrayal of heaven on earth. We lapped it up. But I ask you, does this scenario have merit today in a civilization when we all must rush about …
Garden of People
My father leans over the balustrade to look at his garden. He is making sure plants that need protection from frost have been tended to. There is a chill in the evening air and a good chance that temperatures will dip below freezing tonight. I stand on my tippy toes, bolstered up by my elbows, chin …
My New Friend
My day started as it usually does. I half opened my eyes: clear, sunny morning with a cool breeze in our loft, in my city, Dilli; you know the one – if there be heaven on earth, this is it, this is it – penned by a Mughal emperor who I guess fancied himself a poet too. Well I agree …
Murder in the Mansion
John stared out the window, hands behind his back, stiff, tense, bored. The rain had steadied to a drizzle but the atmosphere remained gloomy. A dull dark grey sky seemed to want to push through the big bay window into the room. John sighed. It was as if the greyness outside mirrored his mind. He hadn’t …
An Arrival at JFK
In the year 1970, when Maya got a full scholarship to graduate school in America it was considered special. They had no choice but to let her go. Her entire family, and then some, came to see her off at New Delhi airport. They carried garlands, sweets, books, cards and gifts. “Study hard and you …
Neerja Raman 