My Story with Writing

My Story with Writing

I don’t remember a lot about my grandfather, except for my running towards him and trying to say a couple of words in Armenian, and I would usually stand by his chair and repeat the words my mother would have taught me, and he would smile at me and I barely understood...
Love Me Without Conditions

Love Me Without Conditions

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee...
Negative

Negative

They darted towards the door of my father’s room in the hospital to show how they are afraid for his health and how they are careful not to miss this chance of coming and consoling the patient and his family in the time of need, which makes a friend, indeed, as they...
Should We Be With Them

Should We Be With Them

Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow it’s mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air. The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing...
The Same Road

The Same Road

Let’s walk the road to the end and see where it leads for if you are in doubt as you say and you want to see, let’s go. There, at the far end of the path, I see the tree where we can all enjoy the shade and comfort after the long tiring journey. Out of the many...

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