A collection of short stories by Radhika Vyas Sharma
Expat suitors are returning to India to sweep brides off their feet and their continent.
My early years as an immigrant Silicon Valley bride were spent something like this—eleven months a year, prepare, pray, and long for an India trip. Twelfth month: drink up family-time in India.
The real artist thinks certainly of totality, but never of perfection. He wants to be totally in it, that’s all.
When he dances, he wants to disappear in the dance.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched…but are felt in the heart.
In the depths of winter I finally learned in me there was an invisible summer
Our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world…as in being able to remake
--Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
I believe in everything.
If you cannot be the poet, be the poem.