The Heritage Month

I don’t know if it’s a mere coincidence or fate that I was reading through “Becoming” by Michelle Obama lately. And as I was reading through it, I read the history of slavery and how people rose above it and made a wonderful life for themselves and finally Barrack Obama became the first Black president of United States of America and Kamala Harris, the first half Black-half Indian woman Vice President of the United States of America. As I read more through the book, I…

Reflections from a newcomer on November 11

"In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below".....John McCrae When Remembrance Day was first observed in 1919 at 11 a.m.—on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month to commemorate armistice agreement that ended the First World War on Monday, November 11, 1918 the heavy hearts of the wives of the heroes were still wriggling in pain. When…

Hyenas of the ghost town

This is a story of a family of hyenas living in the Namib desert and how they survived. Namib desert is in Africa. Orange sand dunes and Orange river. White salt deposits. Fascinating landscape. The vast Namib desert has Atlantic Ocean kissing it on the eastern side and the southern portion engulfed by the gigantic Kalahari Desert. A mile or two away from the seashore on the Namib desert lies a ghost town. Big abandoned buildings where the local aborigines fear to go even in…

A day in Savanna

The deer was keeping a watch on her fawn from a distance. She saw the two cheetahs walking this side from a distance. Her fawn was lying still like a mound of earth - small soft newly born brown-colored fawn. The fawn still had birth fluid all over it which attracted flies. It had the scent of the birth fluid oozing out of it from all its body. It was newly born, just an hour ago. The mother got concerned. She took a small risk…

Asmita in Halifax

Sometimes when I want to run back home and get into my cozy bed still lying the same way, may be waiting for me and expecting me to be back, I remember the day when I left my place and started my journey to a new country alone. My daughter’s last question when she left for her cousin’s house was ‘Ma when would I meet you again?’. I could only say ‘very soon’ and the car left with her. I saw her moist eyes and…