We live with beliefs — Meera got up very early. “It’s going to be a wonderful day,” she said to herself looking at the clear sky through her half-opened window. It was already 8 am. Her Granny had asked her to get ready by 7.30 am. She hurried as quickly as she could. …

On self-publishing my books —

My heart out to that soul who wanted to call me mom — submitted for The Lark’s poetry competition — runner-up poem — Long in the past, I found a love Of a dear heart, I taught at school Flashed into my class that day An Angel she was in her teens Surpassed beauty of that scene Her curly fringes faired her face Rowing brown eyes added grace! Waving at me across the gate She stole my days, I confess Was my…

From the sweet memories of motherhood —

When I was with my granddaughter —

On my grandpa’s gramophone —

Then and now —

An unusual dream —

At my grandpa’s farm —