The late mystic Osho related a story about two friends setting out for a walk early one morning. Said one to the other, “Oh, look at that lovely rose; the bud is just starting to blossom and looks beautiful with dewdrops glistening on its unfurling petals in this early morning light”. With barely a glance …
Mulligatawny
Dusk is a very special time for me and the Urdu word “Udaasi” comes to mind as it best describes the mood I associate with dusk. A literal meaning of Udaasi is melancholy or sadness; however, in the Sikh’s Guru Granth Sahib it also denotes a contemplative state of mind. As another crisp Fall day comes …
Memories
It was late afternoon here in Canada when I received a call from a very dear friend “A”, who is currently visiting family in India. “What are you doing up at this hour? Its well past midnight, is it not?” I inquired. “Yes, it is late. I just got back to the flat after dinner …
Changing seasons
“It’s raining it’s pouring, the old man is snoring Went to bed and he bumped his head And couldn’t get up in the morning.” Trust me, some mornings I do want to behave like that old man Jose Feliciano sang about. Waking up early in the morning when the overnight temperature has dropped below the …
