They took the goat to the third floor (that's the 4th floor to you). The goat screamed - mad, kicking. It was fully aware of what was about to happen to it. "Help" it said. Everyone heard. No one listened ( Read more... )

Pune feels good the second time around. It feels familiar. In a good way ( Read more... )

But his thoughts would not hold, crowded as an Indian MainStreet and each of the teaming minions as ferocious and as tactlessly unyielding as the merchants of a city bazaar. Each acting as if anyone not patroning their cause either obviously didn't hear them or didn't understand them. Obviously. He had learned it best to indulged them - to act as ( Read more... )

Once tight ties are now loose ends and bridges none too burned for the crossing. The journey has begun, and there's no going back now ( Read more... )

In a little over 24 hours, I say goodbye to the Bay Area for an indefinite amount of time. Till next we meet ( Read more... )

"He who would bring home the wealth of the Indies must carry the wealth of the Indies with him."

Such begins the the adventure, taking the first step in my own mind. The Life Of Pi was mentioned to me and I read the forward by author Yann Martell. These were the golden words.

"...I had already moved on to another story, a novel set in Portugal in 1939. Only I was feeling restless. And I had a little money ( Read more... )