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Life At Isleworth, London, UK September 12, 2025 A morning ritual. The playful dog. Scurrying into the bushes, just like Brer Rabbit in his Briar Patch, Chupko the dog crosses the cul-de-sac every morning after saying hello to the courier, the mail man, the delivery man, the neighbour and the tree. And when he sees the neighbour’s dog, his natural instinct to woof and puff at them is so aggressive it leaves you wrapped up in the leash with a […]
Chupko’s Neighbourhood ! September 12, 2025 Just like Brer Rabbit’s Briar Patch, Chupko’s neighbourhood… His favourite barking spot is at the end of the leash. The morning routine of getting Chupko to go for a walk involves multiple cries of “leash,” “nosy,” “walk,” “chalo” “where’s Mamu?” A cornucopia of voices. In case I am late he runs up to the upstairs to remind me that he is waiting. When I put on my shoes he gives that look with his […]
Death Of An Entrepreneur March 14, 2019 Death, my friend, come hither. For we have met before many times. The tide ebbs and flows between the rocks at the ocean reminding me of the eternity of nature and my own mortality. Just as they say “time and tide wait for no man.” A mystic once said that a graveyard is the best place for spiritual practices because it reminds you of your own limited life. I say the ocean is […]


