As soon as I had landed at Bangalore airport, I called my wife, Mamatha. I'd been travelling for a week on business. I wanted to let her know that I was leaving for Mysore right away from the airport and would be seeing her in a few hours. Instead, she shocked me. "Hello, Mamatha," I … Continue reading Life is but a Weaving
Month: Jul 2019
Fractured Feelings.
"Aah, Aah, "Mamatha, my wife screamed in agony, and I winced in pain as I tried to struggle out of the 600-pound snowmobile that had toppled over and landed on our lower limbs. We were on a trail in Jackson, Wyoming, this January where an unfortunate mishap while I was driving had us stuck beneath … Continue reading Fractured Feelings.
