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Tuesday, April 14, 2026

Two madmen sailed on rafts;
their faces shone in the lantern-lights.
They did not have to look up and dream;
they looked straight ahead.
It was worse or weirder still,
for they sailed backward towards the rocks
It was darkness, darkness, breaking into light
and something guarded them in their flight.
Perhaps they saw in the darkness
the things they had failed to see in the light.
Now they thought they could look up and dream
because there was someone behind
who was looking straight ahead
and watched for what they could not see.

Light would be lonely without darkness;
who else would be waiting for Light, if not Darkness?

Sushama Karnik
Aug 20, 2017

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Tuesday, April 7, 2026

Faith is the bridge between what is seen and not seen, Do not fear the unknown;

Sunday, April 5, 2026

Two antique lanterns

Two antique lanterns in hand

we set off to find

something precious in the sand

when the sun was setting

and the wind was sleeping;

A child's fancies spurred by fables

we believed to be true.

You thought you found it;

and lo; before you could show it to me

it slipped and fell in the wet sand.

And seeing you sad,

I the ever hopeful

offered to help and held

my lantern aloft.

You bent and fiddled

with the wave and the sand.

In the flickering light,

the lantern swayed

The precious thing was lost.

The memories of that moment

reverberate on the land

and the sea carries it far beyond.

One day

someone will come to seek it again;

will find and hold it tight

not to let it slip away

and fall into the wet sand without a trace.

Sushama Karnik.

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Monday, February 23, 2026

Anjali Dilip Trasi Strawberry Jam

Method: Wash and roughly chop the Strawberries

. Blend them roughly in a blender / Mixer. Measure the pulp, add this in a non stick huge pan. Add to it equal quantity of sugar . You may add a little 2 tbsp of water in the mixer, and add this in the pan. Squeeze 1/2 a lemon, Cook the mixture , stirring well, till it thickens to a Jam point. To check, the Jam point, add 1/2 a spoon of the cooked mixture on a steel plate, then tilt it a little. If the mixture doesn’t run down like liquid, then the jam point is achieved. The mixture should just move a little like a thick cooked gravy. Then touch the cooked jam mixture with your pointer finger, touch it with your thumb, bring the fingers apart, repeatedly bring them together and apart, you’ll see the jam as a thick string. That’s the Jam Point. Put off the gas, cover the pan with a thin , clean , kitchen cloth, ( don’t cover with a lid, as it’ll form moisture on the inner side of the lid, and fall into the cooked jam) This will spoil the jam soon. After the cooked mixture / jam cools, put this in clean dry bottles, and store in the fridge ( as we haven’t added preservatives, colors or Pectin) My jam remains in the fridge for more than a year . Enjoy

Tuesday, February 10, 2026

Three Girls.....Standing stranded at a car service station

THREE GIRLS

Good Morning

Standing stranded at a car service station,

waiting because of a punctured tyre, I watched

three young girls

loiter into the open service station

like clueless rustic women

trying to look abreast of the urban style,

wearing a mask of nonchalance,

they ambled timorously into the parking lot

and stationed themselves for some suspicious, clandestine rendezvous.

They were not the callous type with deadened nerves, with aggressive animosity

to the world of men swaggering around.

Not unduly perturbed by the conflicting voices of morality and the need of the life they had chosen to live

they were waiting for the client who had paid for the night.

There was neither fear nor expectancy,

no vile puerile curiosity.

They were restless because they had to guard themselves

against the rabid smiles and the insinuating gestures of the passers-by.

One of them had a coy demure face of a bride,

and another had a matronly wise look of a woman who knew

what love was all about.

The other two shifted their weight

from one leg to the other

and then one of them impatiently surged forward to see if the client's car arrived.

In the meantime, girls of their age walked past in haste

talking and gesticulating on their smartphones

wildly, eloquently, arguing fiercely with all the passion they knew

over how they were right and the other wrong,

oblivious of what was going around.

The three girls stood like magi

waiting outside the cottage on a wintry night of Christ's birth,

two of them wringing their hands in a cold dismay

and the wise one smiling knowledgeably,

maintaining a wonderful equanimity.

For a few seconds

the streaming traffic blocked my view

and when the sight was cleared they had already disappeared into a red car that turned around and went past me.

I missed the chance to see how they went, with what kind of a feeling toward their fate, like prisoners taken to the noose, or slaves walking to the galley, or with an indifferent gratitude.

Three young girls on the brink of life!

Sushama Karnik

Apr 20, 2016

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Prem Kumar Gutty

Good flow. While I believe in good morality and 100% commitment between partners, modern society seems to be moving towards pleasures as passing moments.

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