A Lesson Learnt One ThanksGiving

An American friend today emailed me some of his favorite ‘Thanksgiving’ anecdotes.  And I in turn sent him one of mine.  And then I thought maybe I should share it on my blog too — it might resonate with others as it has with me.   This happened when I was living in Washington D.C.  [...]

There Was A Time When Trees Could Walk About Like People

How do we introduce our children to the world – the larger world outside the home and family?  How do we explain to them what this world is and what their connection to it is?  Probably it is through the stories we tell them via books and movies.   I haven’t seen or read any Harry [...]

My Memory of An Assassination

It is strange, how sometimes our memory of a public tragedy is sustained by a totally unconnected personal experience.  So it has been for me with Rajiv Gandhi’s assassination by a suicide bomber 20 years ago. At the time I lived in Washington DC, and shared an apartment with a Taiwanese friend in the suave [...]

Undressing

This is one of my early poems that was published under the pen name — Ilina Sen.   “Undressing” was first published in the U.K. journal of poetry Obsessed with Pipework.  You can read the whole poem here

Are Our Lives in effect “Boxed” Identities?

  Delineating human identity—be it national, state or cultural—by drawing lines on the face of the earth is perhaps one of the most illogical and peculiar activities that the human species engages in. Perhaps no other animal species feels such a compulsion to self-assort… In reality, national boundaries are nonexistent.   They cannot be touched [...]

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