A POEM ABOUT MY GURU
In this poem about my Guru, I will describe the travels of Guru Nanak Devji. My Guru walks miles. Hundreds of them, under hot sun, rain, strong winds. Then lies under a tree, posing sideways, resting his head under his hands, using them as a pillow. But sun shines on his face. A King Cobra…
MY COMMITMENT TO STORIES
Stories are an integral part of my life. If it weren’t for stories, where would I be?
WHO’S WATCHING WHO
Today the theme of Who’s Watching Who is guiding my writing as I draft a funny picture book. The characters include four mischievous kids. Their parents leave the foursome home, in the care of Grandma Mataji. Just before stepping out the door for work, Ma swings back in. Opening her arms wide, she squeezes them…