Dear India

Hi Mom, So I am  a bit behind on this 21 Days of Abundance thing now, but how can you really be behind when it comes to abundance right? I’m on Day 18 and the theme is Live in Unity. The Assignment is to write a letter to your country of origin. In this letter,

Layla by Eric Clapton

Hi Mom,   I was talking to someone about you a couple of weeks ago near my place. I think I was saying the usual broken record stuff about how I’m not sure that I feel you. I don’t know if the signs are you. I don’t know if you are okay. (Yeah, I am

Laila, oh Leila, Layla

Dear Mom, Besides latching onto hearing your name called out in a cemetery as a sign that you’re okay, I also have been following your name around in terms of other types of signs. The first one I remember is when I was apartment hunting. After you passed away, just after actually, I needed to

I’m Jealous

Dear Mom, There’s a song I really like by an artist named Labrinth.  The song is called Jealous.  The lyrics talks about being jealous of how the rain falls on this person’s skin and how the wind blows through her clothes. The male singer is probably referring to a female partner he lost or never

Where should we go?

Hi Mom, I had a dream last night or this morning that I was at some event. It looked like an Indian or maybe even Ismaili function. I just remember seeing some clothes that looked a little Indian-like, and that smell- you know the one?- Of chai and sweets and maybe even uger baathi (incense). 

Good Mother

Dear Mom, I have a new prayer song I sing at Karaoke. For you. To you. It’s called Good Mother and it’s by one of my favorite singer -songwriters- Jann Arden. She’s Canadian.  She is really funny and great in live concerts. I used to really like the song Good Mother when you were here, physically

You Are With Me Everywhere, Every Day

“When I am gone, look for me in every star, every moon, every brand new day. I am not gone.  I am everywhere with you dear., everywhere the light gets in.” Dear Mom, Yesterday, I went out to run some errands, and at a certain point, I thought I was lost. Lost in my own

Strumming for You

Dear Mom, I’ve been playing my guitar, and it’s all really thanks to you. Do you remember that time that I came to your place with my little three quarter acoustic guitar? And I barely knew how to play two chords. G and C, I think. Or maybe it was D and G, just because