Do not look at me through the eyes of an enemy.
I am made only of love, nothing else, and I ask for nothing more than your trust. Beyond a handful of memories, life gives us little to hold on to, so do not chase time as it slips away. If you cannot accept the light shining in others’ homes, at least allow your own house to be illuminated. Who knows when the beloved may arrive to meet you? Until then, light a new lamp every day on the edge of hope, and let love, not suspicion, be the lens through which you see.
Tag: fiction
Our Watchman Lalman and What Makes Him Tick
Lalman, one of the watchmen in our apartment complex, works from 8 pm to 8 am. He seems to be … More
Madhushala (The Tavern) by Harivansh Rai Bachchan (English rendering in verse)
This English translation of Harivansh Rai Bachchan’s Madhushala brings alive the timeless poetry of life, death, and the eternal joy of the tavern. Through 100 stanzas, the poem explores the dance of wine, laughter, and philosophy—celebrating freedom, courage, and the spirit of living fully. The tavern becomes a metaphor for life’s impermanence, and the wine, a symbol of unending joy and inner awakening. Experience the lyrical journey in this complete, rhythmic rendering.
What Would You Have Done if you were the Mayor of Casterbridge?
I’m in the middle of reading “The Mayor of Casterbridge” novel by Thomas Hardy (https://www.pinkmonkey.com/dl/library1/caster.pdf). I have reached this following … More