by Prasanta | Feb 16, 2019 | Journey, Life, Memoir, Quotes
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important. –Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
by Prasanta | Nov 10, 2017 | Journey, Memoir, Story, Writing
“He won’t be with us much longer, ” she says. I haven’t seen her in a few years. I am headed to a writer’s retreat, which she was also planning to attend. At the last minute, she calls to tell me she is unable to attend. *** I head...
by Prasanta | Nov 8, 2017 | Faithfulness, Journey, Memoir, Memories, Quotes, Stories about home, Story, Writing
“It is clear we must embrace struggle. Every living thing conforms to it. Everything in nature grows and struggles in its own way, establishing its own identity, insisting on it at all cost, against all resistance. We can be sure of very little, but the need to court...
by Prasanta | Apr 18, 2017 | Home, Homesick, Memoir, Memories, Spring, trees
The trees are already dressed in early spring shades of green. The skies are a clear, bright blue, the sun is shining golden. The weather is perfect; warm but not too warm, with the brush of gentle breezes. Spring is awake and alive in mid-April in the deep...
by Prasanta | Dec 2, 2016 | Faith, Immigrant Stories, Immigration, Journey, Memoir
Born in another country, in a lush, diverse land that boasts the Himalayas and verdant tea hills, I was very sick. My parents placed me in a Christian hospital as a newborn, the Frances Newton Mission Hospital in Ferozepur, India. (Many years ago, when I visited, we...
