I saw these statues in a store in Hyderabad and just had to click a picture. It reminded me of Robert Browning’s poem, Rabbi Ben Ezra. Grow Old Along With Me Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first…

This evening I was asking my mom how come we didn’t have any recollection in preparation for the Easter triduum. I felt my soul dry and asked God for relief. I rummaged my treasures from my memories and the books I read and three things came to my mind… Of…

It’s so easy with the internet to appear to be all that you are not. I’ve interacted with people on the net and when I met them in real life their stories didn’t add up. Just yesterday I went on what turned out to be a wild-goose chase. My brother…