If a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.'Īt the time, his words did not sit well. The prompt asked us to examine a quote, and I found one from Mahatma Gandhi: 'You must not lose faith in humanity. My poem, 'Disagreeing with Gandhi' emerged from an online writing workshop put together by the good folks at Two Sylvias Press. Poetry, Creative Nonfiction, and Prose Poetry These themes of fate, choices, and one's own endeavors find expression in several of my published stories available online through my blog.

The tight box in life nobody escapes out of.

The story ends with a note, open to interpretation: At a bustling eatery, he'll get off with the others, trailing one particular family with three howling toddlers. The bus will leave the perches of the hills, slither into the plains where the district town the boy has never been before will have just woken up. The picture of an exquisite countryside, the bustling eatery by the roadside, the apple orchard are all drawn from my travels within India. 'Sorry, she's-she's-an aunt, mother's third sister. 'Never had a Granma, did you? She lived across the border, been dead long, no?' The boy will cook up a story about an ill grandmother. Most will not bother about the boy travelling alone, but the butcher will recognize him. The 5:45 will snake down the curve of the hill, climb onto the next and next. Once inside the bus, he'll survey the passengers' faces, boarding and de-boarding, in the dim light of pre-dawn.

Windblown by Fern F. Musselwhite