The Fish Pond

            She comes out of the gate wearing jeans and a backpack. Jeans! When did she start wearing those?             “Hi,” she says.             “Radhika?” I ask.             She gives me a hug and slips a bag of airplane peanuts into my pocket. “Who else? Some other cousin you were expecting?”             “How’s India?”            …

Wisdom Bites Back (pt. 7)

“The smallest germ can fell the largest elephant, but the smallest elephant is still better than a cat.” – T. Lewin ____________________________________________________________________________ I have some writing news to deliver in early April. For the record, the above is not a photo of me. Everyone stay safe and well.  

Wisdom Bites Back (pt. 6)

“If you ever see a politician with a firecracker in their mouth, make sure you didn’t leave anything on the stove.” – T. Lewin.   ______________________________________________________________________________ Anyway, the last story I wrote (and previous blog post), called ‘We the Divine‘ is a personal favourite of mine. I don’t really have favourites. And I hate writing…

We the Divine

            Anita, at five. Crawling up stairs. Gets to the top and tumbles down.             “She should be walking by now,” says her mother.             Outside, Anita holds a tree and lifts herself up. Across the street, music blares and a man hits a woman in the face. A car twirls out of the driveway.…