More specifically, why do I write on a blog site? After about 2 years of maintaining Ramn Wright I have stumbled upon the answer through sheer dumb luck. Or you might say it was written in stars. Soon after I wrote my first post , I knew why I should not blog. It takes time away from my “book-writing”; I spend gratuitous time tallying …
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All The World We Cannot See
Dear Granma, I am writing this note from my Bubble in the Incarceration Habitat. I have committed the most heinous of crimes: Newborn Endangerment. To that they have added Torture and Treachery against the State and a trial date will be set. But I cannot wait for the trial. They don’t know about the Hideout. Yet. It will take …
I Pledge Allegiance. Twice.
APJ Abdul Kalam, the 11th President of India passed away on July 27 2015. August 15 2015, India turned 68 years old.We celebrated independence day and honored APJ: his dedication to science, education and patriotism to India. In these days of deep divisions, I believe, in death Abdul Kalam wanted to send us a strong message. APJ, a Muslim born of …
Breath of Life
Some topics are best said in verse. All Lives Matter by Elan Mudrow where “gunshots take only a few seconds” and “breath shortens in fear, or is it in readiness..?” is one such poem. First, I was drawn to the idea of allowing our breath to take over in times of stress. Breathing is the first sign of life and …
Day Five: Love Your Theme
A funny thing happened at the gym. There I was, sweating on the treadmill, thinking about themes, not getting anywhere. Then it so happened that I looked up and the TV monitor facing me advised “Life is too short. Have an affair.” Before you get the wrong idea, let me just up and say I love Blogging 101. …
Otter! Otter!
Otterville : A Play in 2 Acts Ivy lay on her back and stared at me. On cue, she rolled, flipped and squealed. Then the rest of the company came onto the water tank and took on their roles. Quite a few were gymnasts; but there was no shortage of clowns either – fools, as Shakespeare …
The Open Door
I can hear footsteps clanging behind me; getting ominously louder and the panic inside me builds, ready to explode. I stand paralyzed staring at the wall in front of me. There is an ornate gate on one side, an iron crossbar shaped coat of arms on a massive wooden door in front and a humble …
Neerja Raman 