There are only two outcomes to reading this book. Either you will love it or you would not finish it. Michael Perry’s “TRUCK: A love Story” is an autobiographical account of two parallel stories. One that involves the resurrection of an old International truck and the other revolves about finding the perfect woman after many[…]
Putting all eggs in the same basket It is an amazingly uplifting feeling to watch an excellent movie that was released years ago. You wonder how you missed it all this while it lay right in front of you. In the same way that you realize that being an Indian in America has its benefits.[…]
Before Jennifer, David dated her. And while he could recollect many facets of their time together, he could not piece together the time or the environment when he last kissed her before they split. He could not remember the place, the position and her posture. Frankly, he was quite perturbed by this. Are final kisses[…]
It was quite a ritual in my younger years. The preparation for an exam or test began in earnest weeks ahead. There was systematic planning of subject coverage right until the last day. On the last day itself, besides the academic hustle, my family would get involved. Best wishes would be conferred and Mom would[…]
Whatever A word I have historically despised because it offers an easy way out of an argument. But if you take it out of that context, I feel this word is making a slight comeback. I am certainly not an analyst but when things go downhill or stay unusually stagnant, there usually are three phases.[…]
Oh thy artist, I have nothing on youIf you be the God, then I am the lonely wooden pew. You sing, with open or closed eyesWords that create images and melodies those pry Intensely, in my lack luster heart, you create firesYour voice, deep or shrill, waters my eyes With your noticeably long purposeful fingers,[…]
Motorcycle Zen involves scraping foot pegs when you turn The first time I rode a motorcycle was when I pulled out my new bike out of the dealership. My parents assumed that I knew how to ride. I assumed the same. Having driven a car before, I knew that clutch was my friend. I managed[…]
Cast off! Oh my dear, wonderful and my only right hand, welcome back! It doesn’t matter that you seem terribly sore. Or that your skin seems scaly and left for dead. We both agree that the cast wasn’t entirely nice to you. Slowly, as the soreness fades, I will have you back doing things that[…]
I wanted to say a lot. But I choked because it did not make the slightest sense. So instead, I screamed my apologies at you. And now they echo.
Tunnel vision I admit that these are uncharted waters for me. Three years into a relationship and we are still together. Admittedly, we are slowing down. If it wasn’t for tonight, I would have trouble remembering the last we had some excitement. I rarely push you into corners with reckless abandon. I rev you hard[…]