Earlier this week I had a dream in which I was speaking Hindi. I’m not sure what I said in the dream, since I don’t understand Hindi, but I was most certainly speaking Hindi. India has not only infiltrated my dreams, it’s everywhere. And the longer I spend in Mumbai, … Continue reading
Final Part: Once he was acquainted with my motions, the doctor reached over and gently took my wrist in this hand. He placed three fingers on the inner right-side of my up-turned arm and held them there, softly. In a few seconds the pressure of each finger-tip began to fluctuate at different … Continue reading
Part IV: At first I thought what I saw was a random piece of something glittery just sitting there on her face. I almost reached out and tried to pick it off. But didn’t. Looking at it again, with her eyes still shut, and our lips still touching, I realized it … Continue reading
Part III: Of course there was more, but these are the things I remember tonight, sitting here in the Goa airport, waiting for our flight to Mumbai, writing this story. Mostly I remember the asanas, the string, and the basti. But that’s because I’m an American. We live in Mumbai. … Continue reading
Part II: Twenty-eight, twelve hour days in one long unbroken stretch of time. Sun rise to sun set twenty-eight days in a row. Twenty-eight days built around hours of asanas, chanting, breathing, meditation, and always more asanas—strength-building-asanas. Lots of them. It was a yoga teacher training course. Thursdays were “no … Continue reading
Here are the first few lines of a short story I am working on. ================= I remember the exact moment my mid-life crisis began. It was a lovely morning in April. I’d turned forty-five few months earlier. My wife was in a flirtatious mood; sort of playfully aggressive. If we’d … Continue reading
