The Quiet Business of Living
I spent twenty minutes this morning watching a spider weave a web between the porch chairs. I had a pile of emails waiting and a grocery list that needed checking, but I just stood there with my tea, mesmerized by the rhythm of it. It was such…
The Long Lost Memory
During my good old days, I often used to wander along my friends to steal the show of this earth. Very often, we came across the fishing boat by the riverside. For so many hours, we sat and watched the catching of the fishes by the fishermen.…
The Echo of Stone
There is a peculiar silence that settles over old places once the day has folded its wings. We often think of history as a collection of dates or grand events, but it is more accurately a collection of footsteps—the rhythmic, repetitive pressing…