A Bard’s Retreat

The singer alone does not make a song, there has to be someone who hears: One man opens his throat to sing, the other sings in his mind. Only when waves fall on the shore do they make a harmonious sound; Only when breezes shake the woods do we hear a rustling in the leaves….

An Arduous 2-Day Train Journey In India

There is a sea of pilgrims at Jammu’s small railway station.  I am travelling with my aunt and grandparents and the only way to travel is the 32-hours train ride to Calcutta.  We wait among the Victorian wooden pillars and arches.  Wafting aromas of cinnamon and tea leaves fill the air from the little tea…