From out of nowhere they pop up, The highways and the byways; I-70 and 79 heading north to Erie, And Sligo Avenue to Silver Spring. My car’s with friends back home, And I’m wheel-less in India. When will this virus
The 105th Armenian Genocide Remembrance Day
I am not an Armenian (being neither a citizen of that country, nor of Armenian origin), even though the land of my birth, India, was, once upon a time, home to a large diaspora of Armenians, with their history going
Gasping for Love
Gasping for Love The miles haven’t lengthened; But with this darned virus, It’s no more the distance That’s galling. Sequestered in separate rooms, Bonded only by the Net, Continents apart, We pine. Strange though it might seem, The next rendezvous,
Flowers in a Pandemic
Early this Sunday morning (India time) a friend from the US (unintentionally, I’m sure – she must have been sleepy) texted me, “Will you ever be able to come back?” It was a sobering thought that hastened my exit