It was raining and the ink was freshly bleeding off. Lucy bent down. Whoever dropped the note must be just ahead. The part that wasn't totally washed out said: Rock Bottom Cafe. Just 5 minutes. Samar (smudge) She ran up ahead. "Did you drop this?" "Sir, is this yours?" " Excuse me Ma'am- are 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 …
Underneath the Guava Tree
We grew up together. Literally. My first memory of us together is one bundle rolling around on the ground, legs and bodies all entwined. We were the same size and weight and maybe, just maybe, if it had stayed that way he would still be around. While we were the same in size he was …
Three Songs
Simon and Garfunkel were big in 1970 when I came to New York, America. I confess, at first, I did not get them, but then like everything that is obscure initially once you get it it stays with you. Even in your sleep - or maybe especially in your sleep. And the number one song …
Neerja Raman 