Reflections
The trail of my ink, as i observe the unsung breath
It was the first Sunday of the new year. My bare feet felt like they were breathing on the cold concrete floor outside the arches of our house of worship, a Gurdwara. I grabbed a steaming hot cup o.....
It was September 11, 2023. I was on a business trip for Harbor Freight Tools, flying from San Jose, California, to Love Field Airport in Dallas, Texas. It was.....
Growing up in a secluded mountain town, I always imagined the world as a snowy fairyland. Every winter, we cherished the joy of this white magic, its aura mesmerizing us. We paid close attention to.....
As the sun’s rays become potent in the Northern hemisphere, these green and yellow towers expand and rise through the air with a genuine urgency to reach the sky, to begin an epic, elemental .....
While cleaning up trash along the beautiful wetlands of the bay, I stumbled on a piece of cloth stuck between the tides and buried in the marsh breath. Once I pulled it out, I realized it was .....