Clara held his hand as they walked through Central Park. She felt so sorry for Sal. Over the years they had drifted apart but she flew into JFK right away when she heard about little Timothy. Wanting to distract him she said “look at the colors on that Maple. Yellow, orange, red – we don’t …
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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 …
A Blade of Grass, A Drop of Water
Room With a View My room is not a room at all – it is a vast open field, a sea of green; yet not a sea. Unlike a water drop, every blade of grass is distinct, stands tall, invites you to come in. It is a soccer field where children play as a team and …
Neerja Raman 