Five decades ago with some money borrowed from a few friends I had left my house on a mighty river called Brahmaputra in search of a dream. I had ventured out to a new world called America from a remote unknown place on earth. People called it a fish trap from which very few could get out. That was the beginning of my wanderlust. Life was a struggle to survive working part-time at $1.65 an hour in the beginning. In time I not only survived but triumphed in my own way. America truly has been the Promised Land, a land of opportunity. Everyone here has a chance only if you are willing to work hard and not give up no matter how tough the enemy is. In time, I had a decent job, a family with two wonderful daughters, a house – things that many only dream of. However, my wanderlust did not disappear with my settlement…
When death is inevitable, why do we fear death? Is it natural or unnatural? As birth is normal, death is also normal. Despite that,…
Kasi left his office for the bus stand to catch a bus to his native place. His father insisted that Kasi has to be…
Satish was now in his thirties and introspecting about his life. In college he had an overflowing confidence with a ‘could not care less…
It is a full moon night. In the distance, there is a large mountain, with rocks and boulders. At the bottom, there is a…
She was the one. The one he was going to marry. When her father arrived from the city of Kazan, far away on the…
Every Sunday at 3 pm, Horst took the ferry from the Wannsee quay to the last stop on its route deep in the forest.…
The frenzied crazed chopping of marijuana plants by the savagely deranged forces of Riverside County Sherriff Chad “El Choppo” Bianco continued on unimpeded into…
The phone rang. It was around 9:30 at night. I was preparing to go to bed as usual as I am an early-to-rise and early-to-bed person. It’s…
We who gathered at the St. Teresa Del Norte Saloon rebelled against the norms of the day, whatever the norms were, it didn’t really…
