Stories are an integral part of my life. If it weren’t for stories, where would I be?
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…
Martyrdom Scorching summer rays fell straight on my Guru’s skin, melting him. Sitting on an earthen pot like a piece of meat, open flames below grew, reaching for his limbs, nails, face and hair. Closing his eyes, he meditated on His name, “Waheguru! Waheguru! Waheguru!” Guru Arjun Devji chose death over feeding ruler Jahangir’s tyrannical…