May 2025
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The Voice
10 am., today in a tiny chapel, a newly installed bell rang out. We stepped in thru’ fresh cement front step; this place was being renovated. Padre TS was nervous, it was his first wedding in church English: he dropped his notes, his fingers shook. We all exchanged careful grins. Light filtered in through monsoon… Continue reading
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Generations of Verse!
Alice Aunty is feisty and bright eyed at 94+ in purple+pink saree. (She tailored that blouse, and says my Ma taught her..) Chennai is sizzling as we visit her airy first floor Living room, with son Selvan S. (Theologian)- cousin bro has her doe eyes, grand daughter Blessy too. My Dad had them, and his… Continue reading
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Show & Tell
I was featured with contemporary women writers, Indian subcontinent & S.E. Asia, in @book.and.authors, 🌾 Just thinking what a wholesale public attention-seeking thing this is: the promotion of a book you scribbled in, …but then what were you thinking? You didn’t think everyone would read your stammers😅?! It is humbling and an eye opener. You’re… Continue reading
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Per- severe *
FMF Writers :* if we’re not socio-paths, we are shy, or bored, or somethings else. I cannot read your mind, often my own avoids me. Like she hides in shelves and waits till others leave, before clearing her throat or humming to get my attention. The toughest errand for my head is perseverance but am… Continue reading
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I treasure Lessons* Earned
These* are my personal belongings. You’ll find them stitched away in the jaws of my silence. Or in the hedges of moments, pickling Quiet. These are my Treasury, my sole belongings. This is Where I meet Christ everyday, every turn. 🌷 Bookleaf Publishers, My Amazon Link 🌷 Continue reading
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Collections
I am the product of pages of trees; of yards, fenced indefinitely. Ages stack themselves in my DNA, they rhyme with their reasons, like seasons, they change, exchange space, re-defining me. Every day is a century -full, ripe with prayers someone prayed: I collect prayers, we all do. Like it or not prayers cluster our… Continue reading
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“Sticks& stones’ll break my bones but words’ll never harm me?!”
“Hiraeth” – (welsh origin) the definition in pic below: did I even know this exists? I have a secret place within, I’ve discovered more recently: called it my Vineyard of Healing. Sorely needed it these past few weeks. 2+ didn’t get my poetry. Few ‘get’ poetry. Its fine, but why the nasty, on repeat, to… Continue reading
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Extra miles!
Our son Yona is a young dude today, a head turner. Charmer. Go out with him you get the best seats, view, the warmest cheer, not because he’s blind, but because he knows exactly how to communicate wirh folks, either in words, or in quiet grace. He is honest but tender. Weak eyes can hear… Continue reading
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Visited by Dante?
I’ve just had my Book POLISHED ARROW Reviewed by AVINISH PATHAK : an honest critique, well advised, in the absence of familiarity ( & talked of with the Mr Dante); Dante, a Literary nferno. Me, a ‘pickle of meteors & dust’ (Polished Arrow) . Dante does say👇🏼 Yeh. We are pickled in war & peace!… Continue reading
