Back…to the Future?

Originally posted on Cup of Whimsy:
What would your childhood self think of who you’ve become today? I recently stumbled upon an old journal of mine as I was doing some spring cleaning.  And in typical procrastinator fashion, I took a “break” from cleaning to slump onto the floor against my bed and “quickly flip through” the diary…

Gratitude Amid Chaos

Michael Brown and Ferguson.  ISIS.  Deadlock in Washington.  Ebola.  School shootings.  The list goes on. 2014 has been a tough year.  Even more than usual, the news seems to be brimming with intense conflicts and heartrending tragedies.  Yet we must find reasons to be grateful.  In spite of all the troubles – or, in fact, … More Gratitude Amid Chaos

Autumn in California

Originally posted on Cup of Whimsy:
Don’t hate Just because we alternate Between argyle sweaters and tank tops Knee-high boots and flip flops Rainy-day movies and mountain-top hikes Heated cars and beachside bikes Crunchy leaf piles and picnics on grass Pumpkin spice lattes and a cold beer glass For all this, East Coasters yearn, yeah?…

The Sorcerer

On her 30th birthday, Nimali met a sorcerer.  This was quite unexpected, as she had stopped believing in magic – like many – in childhood, once Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy turned out to be elaborate hoaxes.  And she had discarded her cherished fantasy novels back in high school, when the … More The Sorcerer

Magical Mystery

Originally posted on Cup of Whimsy:
I felt the magic for the first time when I was 11 years old. Lounging on the sofa one lazy Sunday afternoon, I complained that there was nothing to do, annoying my parents with my dramatic sense of ennui. My father was cleaning out and reorganizing the drawers of…

Opening Time

Fired.  Dinesh had been fired.  It had been four days since his meltdown, but still he sat in a shadowy corner of Rob’s Pub and nursed stiff drinks, staring with a dazed expression at the bar.  After the first few hours of panic and misery, Dinesh shut down.  He did not think about what happened; … More Opening Time

The Best Years

They met at Jade Cafe in New York, nearly 30 years after last seeing one another. Kip sat on a high wooden stool and ordered coffee as he perused The Wall Street Journal at the counter. Lana occupied the vast space of a windowside booth alone, sipping a cup of chai as she sketched in … More The Best Years