Recliner Reminiscences

These were the same seniors who, when I had fractured my right hand, would sit around me during lunchtime and literally feed me. Awful...

The thought kept hitting my thick skull, trying to penetrate: Why laugh at others' woes? Why not at our own? Even if someone, in a...

A confession: I borrowed two-thirds of the title from Newslaundry , which runs a show called Awful and Awesome , where they discuss and...

And lastly, I must mention this girl from India. I took a personal interest in her development as a writer of poems and stories. Later,...

I was talking about interesting people, and once again, I strayed like untethered cattle—that's my nature, always wandering... An old...

Very early in my great career of a lengthy six months in the world of verse, I found myself navigating the complexities of meter, form,...

Once, while visiting a very old lady, a relative of ours, she asked me, "You used to write poems in your younger days. Are you still...

In the late 1990s, we were introduced to computers in the workplace, but we could not learn much because they had very specific uses....

So, that was my journey into the world of books. Until this mortal body rests with its immortal soul, reading will continue. And the soul...

I had taken a leap—from childhood comics and abridged classics to the top league—without the intervening teenage books. Mills and Boon? I...

As my sight started fading, my partner—the world of books—manifested once more in all its splendor. A joyous reunion! I had to look...

So, the nomad, as expected, took a tangential direction. After 33 years of service, I took voluntary retirement at the age of 52, at the...

And speaking of magazines, how can one forget *Reader's Digest*? My introduction to it happened very early in my life, and I was madly...

So, when did the books find me? Though my memory is fairly strong, it lets me down here. I have to guess, and guessing has always been...

Who found whom? Did books choose me, or did I choose them? Neither. It just happened. It was bound to because it was ordained. Ever since...

The din, the noise. The desires, the dreams, Wandering thoughts, Wondering mind. The tension, the stress, The aches, the pains, Faster...

God spoke Crevices in the mountains, faults in the earth plates The gorges and canyons, faults of other mortal men, How efficient you are...

You, my walking stick, I look at you with awe A trusted friend and A selfless aide For over three decades Everywhere that I go You are in...

Like fresh snow Innocence in White purity and soft gentleness Feather each other As brushes of compassion Painting on pristine walls of ...

The nomad… This nomad had a purpose Not just to roam but move  A small bagful of money And a big one full of clothes And a bit of food,...