George Menezes

Today I am a wordsmith without my ammunition of words. That is the fate of

Writers experiencing loss and unbearable grief.

I am haunted by a hundred questions. Is it too early to write this? Is it too late?

Should I write about it at all? Should I share with my readers something that is so

private and personal ? The triumphant return of my old girl to a place of eternal

peace and serenity in the midst of the silence of green pastures; broken only by the

sound of running brooks?

I know only one thing with certainty. I must write or I will die! Read the rest of this entry →

Have you ever felt a hollowness in the centre of your chest? A gigantic emptiness? I mean physically. As if a living organism, a preciousness had suddenly taken flight leaving a void full of unbearable pain, the kind that  even Thecla and I have not experienced during the pain filled days since she started her dialysis in April of this traumatic year. Read the rest of this entry →