A Squeaky Gate

This is a story about a squeaky gate. Every day I walk back and forth to my office at least four times. I go in to work in the morning, I go home for lunch, I go back to the office in the [...]

Separation

Everything reminds me of Moy Moy these days and the separation her death has imposed in our lives. So when W S Merwin died on March 15, I remembered his poem: Separation Your absence has gone [...]

The Club

I started dreaming about a club years ago. Disabled kids have limited social and recreational opportunities in India.  Adults have nothing. Literally. I did a survey among colleagues all over the [...]

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