I still have vivid memories of my first awakening in Lima, Peru, on June 24, 1971.
In the history of human life suffering is what every person will encounter in their lifetime.
I started to write these two poems last year during a workshop training on poetry writing in my m
Ethnic Indian people are traditionally obsessed with matters of pollution and purity.
It was about three in the afternoon on a Tuesday.
"What do you know about Ireland?" I asked the third grade class that was excited to have just lea
When I was sixteen years old, my father was diagnosed with cancer and died ten weeks later.
In my early days as a missionary in Fiji, I worked mainly among the Hindu Indo-Fijians around the
Now that I'm home, I realized I do not have a room to call my own.
It's hard to remind yourself to have faith every day.
