I’ve been dreaming of the ocean. Floating, swimming, letting my head be submerged in the cool water. Emerging from the sea with my hair dripping wet. Happily plopping down on a sun warmed cushy towel, salt slightly burning my smiling eyes. Someone hands me a slice of watermelon and asks if I want an aloo pie. I sigh, contentedly. Yes, please. With all the fixings. I chomp into the watermelon It’s sweet, juicy, cold. I smile and sigh, contentedly. Not too much of the sauce, I

Today was a beautiful day. It started with a jolt—a phone call way too early for my liking—but after that moment of grogginess (and...

Today is World Poetry Day, an annual celebration observed on March 21st since its adoption by UNESCO in 1999. According to UNESCO's...