The Camel’s Nose
Once upon a time, a fabled Arab miller allowed a camel to stick its nose into his tent, then another part of his body, then another until the camel was entirely inside. Once inside the camel refused to leave. Thus, the camel’s nose is a metaphor for….
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Review: The House on East Canal Road
“An evocative, well-imagined portrayal of late colonial India through one family’s eyes.” – Kirkus Reviews
Route 15 From Las Vegas
“..two roads diverged in the wood, and I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference…”: Robert Frost Roy jammed the 10 gallon hat on his head as he settled down on the hood of his Pontiac thunderbird. This time it looked to be a long wait and the sun was …
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 Walk in the Wetlands
The wetlands behind Shoreline Park, just a short distance from Highway 101 but a whole world apart, are magical today. Finally, after a year of severe drought we have had a month of rain, hard rain; enough to bring the water level back up to the edge of the walking trail. Water has been pouring …
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 …
My First Friend
His name is Mahmoud. I don’t think anything of it even though I know no one else by that name. True, my mother’s name is Prakash and I have another aunt by that name. My father has a brother in law with the same name as his. So does uncle Sheel. But then, my name …
Miles to Go and All That
Dear Rani Lakshmi Bai, Most people won’t write to you because you are not only dead but you have been dead for more than a 100 years. But I have to. You, Queen of Jhansi, leader of men, I want you to know that poems have been written about you, children sing songs about you, …
Neerja Raman 