Apr 2021
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Our Roots are made from Days as These
The silence is eerie. Listen careful, you might hear the street below, a siren, another siren. My friend Shalitha had a quiet wedding, we blest them virtually. None of us wore silks and perfume. Just a prayer for the best. By 10 am, the stores are shut, the clutter gone. There is a certain boldness… Continue reading
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It is that time …
The rain last night left puddles and a ‘Bird of Paradise’ bud! Life goes on as we scramble for Oxygen, literally. India hurts, prays, vaccinates. Every Breath is a miracle no one’s taking for granted. Nor food, shelter, job. The Earth continues to deliver her grass, bird and foliage. It is that Time of Life.… Continue reading
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Vaccine!!!
Ahhhhm! We did it. Covaxin. Indian bred, off Bharat Biotech. After tiny zing in left arm, a 0.01% lightheaded wooshiness. One numb finger for 2 secs. Nothing in the next three hours. Then a mini wave thru’ head, assisted by tingles. One tweak in left shoulder. What was going on? I felt a few rhesus… Continue reading
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Permit to park
How long before Parks too will close down again? This Lil guy did not want to be seen, but few moments later he shimmied down that tree, his eyes brilliant with joy. Why didn’t I give myself permission to talk to him? Courtesy- protocol. Sigh. I’ll never be able to walk past that rock without… Continue reading
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A year of ‘uneasy’
It has been a 365 of the Unusual. When Lockdown and Covid began its agenda on us all, I prepared for a season of quiet, introspection. But that changed. It was a year of meeting new people in all kinds of places. There were women with burns’ accounts that broke me before I could put… Continue reading
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Sermons from my ‘Jacquemontia’!
Years ago my husband NJ had gifted me a bouquet of blue silk roses for our anniversary, but later a relative wanted it for her wedding bouquet. I didn’t have the heart to say No, nor could find another just like it. What followed was an endless search for the blue roses, in every shop… Continue reading
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ACH ‘pressure’!
For FMF Writers “Yes. Bowling! That is what I want to do on my birthday!” I said. NJ smiled slow. I hadn’t been near the thing, it couldn’t be that hard. No pressure. Let’s just go … “Ma, you sure? Its what you want for you ‘day’..? Sure, I’m sure. Hypothyroid & everything. Doc had… Continue reading
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April beauty
My April flower – Jacque- montia, big name for a bushling, already a favorite in our tiny balcony garden. It is war with local pigeon though, that want to nest here. One feather head, Tina born here, now tries tag her brood in, every season along with speckled partner. They are a mess, and we’ve… Continue reading
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This Good Friday
Yep, did it. A tribute I always wanted to offer to the One & only Yeshuva! Wasn’t easy doing “Via Dolarosa” but for a still moment, I felt me standing there on that deadly route, watching as the gory trek uphill happened….. for you, for me: this One who would do all that for a… Continue reading
