A Beautiful Pink against Blue Skies

Prunus cerasoides

Come November and trees of our own wild cherry, The many in Kasauli and in similar climes elsewhere, Burst into blossoms, a beautiful pink,…

Ode in Morse Code

When the humble postcard or inland letter Were used to share or exchange our longer views, The arrival of a telegram would send hearts…

A NATION OF SPECTATORS

Ill winds over our fair & lovely land blow Each scam as it surfaces, kicks up a storm, The big ones to hurricane intensity…

The Interviews

This time I was on the other side of the table, as an interviewer. I remember, over thirty years ago, how much anguish had…