Colors of Mexico 7 – Final: Green

Each event that happens to us brings a change, and it leaves a mark behind, as insignificant as it may be. So, let’s not be humble and let’s consider this last entry as important an event as a death. It’s a burial, and every burial deserves a tribute. So let’s pay tribute to Mexico.

Poem: Cut

Joyous, fluttering butterflies The seal is broken You have but one chance at escape. In one irreversible flash, conceived by his hand He has brought ….

Seoul Searching 7 – Final: Heading Home

In one of my classes, we were taught about Buddhist sand mandalas. Monks would spend weeks creating beautiful murals out of sand, only to wipe them away upon completion. Apparently, this is done to illustrate the notion of impermanence. Nothing is permanent but that does not erase the beauty of what once existed.

Short Story: The Sad Night

On 22nd April 1519, after long months of travelling through oceans, a halt in Cuba and several tempests, we finally catch the sight of land. I can exit this wretched boat and step on the ground. The ten other caravels reach us one by one.