Mother

 Yesterday my mom turned 29. Again. She’s been 29 ever since I could comprehend the concept of age and timelessness. Mom is the youngest person I know. Full of fun and verve and a zest for life, unparalleled by most. Growing up, a pimply, painfully tongue-tied teenager, I used to marvel at the ease with …

Kubla Khan

Can a poem haunt one? I’ve not been able to stop thinking (I’m sure you guys are thinking- “Here she goes again! One day it’s pigs, another day, it’s poems!”) of ‘Kubla Khan’ written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Kubla Khan Or a Vision in a Dream. A Fragment In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately …

To children starting their journey in life…..

And to my child in particular…. Fly! ************************************************************************ Children And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, ‘Speak to us of Children.’ And he said: Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though …

Bitter Seeds

I had never heard of Micha X. Peled until yesterday, and today I found myself exchanging emails with someone called Max from his company. Micha Peled is a film maker. Obviously of some repute. The man has won a series of awards, but in my ivory tower of cakes and fondant figures, I had never …