I wrote this poem after attending a get together of Intellectually Handicapped Children. I felt so moved by the experience, and found that the experience for me on a personal level was nearly heart breaking. To see these poor people suffering is hard, to see that some of them have no idea what’s going on in life is even harder it’s truly a moving experience.

Story of a poor blind woman.

The taxi stopped in front of the main entrance of the airport. Raman gave him a handful of currency notes and he smiled when he saw the surprised expression on the driver’s face.

You know the type.

To help or not to help: a choice.

I’m sure we have all come across instances that may have left us embarrassed because of things we may have said or done before thinking twice (even once, sometimes).
Please read one such short story.

Mobility India is working to help the disabled move towards economic independence.

Poem about hope and disability.

I needed a pick-me-up.

A poem reflecting upon a serious health problem I experienced some time ago and how I look back at the event today…