Aut Viam Inveniam Aut Faciam

 

I will either find a way, or make one.

 

I’m Mortal – A Poem

I’m Mortal – A Poem

*   The embers remind me of my life, The logs with their withered skin, Are turning into ash as I watch. The same crackling noisesThat my fat will make, When I will burn along the Ganga. Most people want to live a 100 yearsYet, not know what to do on a lazy...

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Short Story Fiction: This Time, Another Place.

Short Story Fiction: This Time, Another Place.

* I   Barring the phone, 4 year old Mira did not have to compete much with her brother for her father’s attention. 6 year old Rohan had his own iPad that he kept busy with. “Daddy, daddy, look, I am so sassy!! I am dancing, see? Daddy!” Mira screamed in thrills...

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A Novella – How Green Were Our Valleys – Part II

A Novella – How Green Were Our Valleys – Part II

*   Continued from PART I   * VII   The next night, I lay in bed, wide eyed and wished for midnight to arrive fast. The night breeze gently blew the pale cotton curtains inside and out. I stared outside at the deep purple flowers in red potted plants in...

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A Novella – How Green Were Our Valleys

A Novella – How Green Were Our Valleys

* I   I will try my best to not sound cynical. But, that's my natural monotone these days - never getting excited or disappointed about anything in life, in general. Call it the adapted bashfulness that comes with age, if you will. There is a prelude to every act...

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Writer-At-Large – Meet Lincoln, 7 And Kingston, 5

Writer-At-Large – Meet Lincoln, 7 And Kingston, 5

*   This is about Kingston and Lincoln, the two lovely boys I met at a beach in Panama City. At the end, I will also write about sea oats, that tall grass we see lining up beach shores. It's upto you to find the connection I'm making between them.   *  ...

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