i miss


i miss the crimson indian skies

the warm summer breeze

the colorful crowds

the way we talked with ease

i miss standing by the green river

watching gray elephants congregate

red thunder lilies in your garden

white jasmine flowers on your golden gate

i miss the morning temple sounds

mangoes and tender coconuts

cuckoos and koels

something somewhere hurts

i miss the dark loud monsoons

scorching white heat

walking to your home

red kolhapuri sandals on my tired feet

i miss the ivory tea lights 

bocelli singing for us

our midnight conversations

on life and running away from happiness


Photo Credit: Pink Pangea (Kerala, India).

The Smallest Act of Kindness

I love the words of His Highness the Dalai Lama, “There is no need for temples, no need for complicated philosophies. My brain and my heart are my temples; my philosophy is kindness”. I have been following the World Economic Forum at Davos that brought world leaders, celebrities, media experts and others together to talk about serious issues that fracture our society and somehow prevent humanity from collectively experiencing life in a positive way. I was quite fascinated by Shah Rukh Khan’s interview. It got me thinking about how different people go about choosing a cause and making a difference. In SRK’s case – he shares he decided to work with acid attack victims in India (majority are women) and started the Meer Foundation to help make a difference, a real difference. At the end of the day, there are so many wicked social problems. The longer it takes to address them, another generation gets adversely impacted. Imagine a world, where each of us strive to reach out, be kind and make a positive difference, with what we have, now. As Oscar Wilde said, “The smallest act of kindness is worth more than the grandest intention”. 

Photo credit: Kindness Clipart


As a student social worker, I worked in the slums of Mumbai in the 90s. I worked with women and children who left their homes early in the morning to pick up and sort trash to make meager earnings. In the evening, they would return with a small amount of rice and occasionally, some lentils. A watery broth was served as dinner. When we sat down to talk about their lives, the women and children would share how hard and how long they needed to work to make few rupees…meagre earnings that helped them stay alive. I will always remember, small change can make a big change…




A year ago, I was in Chennai, India. Almost daily, my son and I would get out on our bike for a night ride. After sipping a cup of hot Chennai Kumbakonam coffee, we would head home with the warm breeze on our backs. What a life! It was jolly!

(Inspired by the daily prompt).