Now that we are together Alone In our silence I might as well ask. What was it, Dad, to be A man, like you? How did you cope with it From...

I entered the holy doors. Merged into the crowd with others. Shoved, jostled for a glimpse of the deity. Waiting in line to be awestruck...

Appetite, lost over a plateful lunch of lovers' talk.

उमज पांघरून ती दिवस मालवते.

doing what is meant to be done wonder about the petals of lotus how they open, and pray

Shawl of Silence...shared with all!