Some of us speak in cliches. Wednesday, January 7, 2015. A new piece in InPlainspeak. It has been a long while since I posted here. You can read it HERE.

I am a Mobile Blogger. I post my blogs from the comfort of my Nokia 9300. It is old and dying and you can help me save it by donating any sum of money. 1 I have changed careers. 2 I have moved to my own blog address -.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008. Please hop on over to Creative Voyage Mark II. If for some reason only the banner comes up click on the banner image. Tuesday, September 23, 2008.

The Department of English, MCC. Dr Eric Miller of World Storytelling Institute. The following is his life narrative. Miller entered the Gallatin School M. program to further his studies of oral narrative and interactive tel.

Such books are a delight to read, savored in every sense. The richness woven is hard to find in other books. Daphne Du Maurier is one such novelist. I should thank my local librarian for keeping her works in an accessible area and in good condition. I started with The Scapegoat. And am now in Birds. The human element is strongly played throughout the novel as .

Amit Varma is a writer based in Mumbai. He worked in journalism for over a decade, and won the Bastiat Prize for Journalism in 2007. His bestselling novel, My Friend Sancho. He is best known for his blog, India Uncut. His current project is a non-fiction book about the lack of personal and economic freedoms in post-Independence India. My first book, My Friend Sancho. For the Man Asian Literary Prize 2008. To learn more about the book, click here.

I want to be like a. I want to walk slowly. And when Nath Nong, who has to live. In Massachusetts now, saw a picture. Of green Cambodian fields she said,. She said, Very, very. On the picture of the water buffalo. And spoke its Khmer name once more. Water buffalo, I wonder how. Look at you again? .

Where there used to be trees. And if you pass that way. Take a picture when you leave. As you fold your memories. And if she makes you stay. To keep her warm and watch TV. When you pass this way again. And we will never stop. Making our way to the sea. A little yearning to be free. And if you find that day. One you thought you could be.