Pity The Nation

A friend based in Vancouver called and we chatted for over an hour, nostalgically meandering through the lanes of our childhood years. This week I had planned to write about these resurfaced memories and the countryside of the Punjab with its mud-brick village houses which, although cramped, housed people with large hearts whose generosity and …

Balancing act

I am sitting at the kitchen table.  It is still early in the morning.  The blinds are drawn back and bright sunlight has started to build itself up enough to come gatecrashing through the French doors.  The luminous blue sky is completely clear of any clouds.  The fading moon is struggling to hang on, trying …