Category: Immigrant woes
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Pontificating On Spirituality
It is a blustery morning. I am bundled up as I head for my morning walk. I am glad for the warm wool scarf around my neck that also obscures the wires from the earphone snaking to my pocket. This morning, I choose to start with Venkateshwara Suprabatham. M.S. Subbulakshmi crooning into my ears is…
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Islands
It is just near sunset. The sky is a vibrant orange and purple. I bite into a slice of watermelon I have in my hand, staring out into the yard. The windows are open and there is a delicious chill in the air. It occurs to me that it is fall already. In some convoluted…
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Birds of a feather flock together
On why we tend to seek people who are like us.