When We Carry a Bleeding Wound Lulu, my parrot, flew in and settled on my worktable. His reflection on the dark screen created a beautiful…
Reflecting On The Life “What’s your take on the year that is almost over? What is gained and what is lost? And what was done…
When Art And Protest Go Together “Flag!” Lulu, my parrot, said. “What flag was that?” Lulu, my parrot, spoke as I hurriedly walked out of…
“Toxic work culture is in the news” Lulu, my parrot said. He was pointing to a news story in the newspaper. “Now, what’s on your…
And The Road to Inner Triumph “Interesting point” Lulu, my parrot, pointed out to an article on my table. “He speaks of primary greatness and…
In Our Corrupt And Violent World “The young man had a whale of a time” Lulu, my parrot, said, “and the worst time of life…
The Invisible Prison Causes Great Damage “What would you call it?” Lulu, my parrot, asked. “Is that a writer’s block?” his mischievous tone was unmistakable….
When a Story Resonates with Our Concerns “‘Old Man at the Bridge’! Ernest Hemingway’s stories are intriguing for me” I waved a book which had…
Anyone Can Be A Hero, Conditions Apply “You once mentioned Naseema Hurzuk”, Lulu, my parrot, said as he shuffled a book. “She is a disabled…
Our Work Affects Us But Therein Lies a Message “What makes you smile?” Lulu, my parrot asked me. Lulu is a keen observer and my…