The Saga of Cox and Kings - Part 3
By Hari Prasada Das
As I waltzed under pressure to the tune of my mind’s Allman Brothers rendition: “my sweet Melissa!” I found an empty spot at one »
By Hari Prasada Das
The Saga of Cox and Kings - Part 2
By Hari Prasada Das
On the website, I came across the info that you need an appointment to be sure you can get your visa together. In fact, I’ »
The Saga of Cox and Kings - Part 1
By Hari Prasada Das
I was eagerly awaiting my second chance at an India sojourn to uplift and recharge my spirits for another year in the hustle and bustle »
Searching for Miriam Joyce Foss
By Hari Prasada Das
Before beginning our workday, I walked over to 8th Avenue to pick up groceries so that Rasanath and I could cook our lunch for the »
Learning From My Mini-Sized Competitor
By Hari Prasada Das
I found myself in trampoline-land! I was with my fiancée, Radha Bhakti, taking our little nephews (from her side) to the one-of-a-kind, only existing “Air »
Where Are Those Rose-Colored Lenses When You Need Them?
By Hari Prasada Das
When I met a dear friend who came to our monthly Reset program, he was wearing a pair of pink sunglasses that caught my attention. »
Seeing the Soul of Someone
By Hari Prasada Das
I was sitting in Tompkins Square Park where I tend to go for refuge from my 7th St. and Avenue A shared studio apartment. I »
Proving vs. Improving
By Hari Prasada Das
I never used to look at Facebook except for when a message would come my way from a far off contact. Today, I’m afraid »
The Biker’s Supplication
By Hari Prasada Das
I was on a walk with my meditation beads through Central Park when I observed a man slowly biking towards me. He was an adult, »
The Constitution of the Compliment-Giver
By Hari Prasada Das
Walking to the 55th St. subway line at 7th ave., Rasanath and I were flagged down by a man on the street carrying CDs. “What’ »