Inspirational Stories, spiced with Humour
Within my daughter’s property in the Pocono Mountains flows a tiny brook. It is not one of those grand rivers that announces itself from a distance. It does not roar, crash against rocks, or demand that tourists photograph it. It simply slips quietly through the woods, content to flow without…
It’s only 6 in the morning and already Manhattan is in a frenzy. Cars honking, buses groaning, and joggers zooming past like they’ve got to beat the stock market before breakfast. I do my morning walk beside the East River, wondering whether this city ever sleeps, or if sleep here…
He’s gone now, to the great beyond, but many years ago, as I returned from my walk, I used to find a slightly oldish man waiting for me, his back bent, body trembling with Parkinson’s, but eyes staring eagerly at the gate. As soon as I entered, they lighted up;…
“When you come to New York dad,” my daughter had told me a few years ago, “We’ll drive down and see the Niagara Falls!” I remembered the Niagara Falls. For years before visiting it the first time, I had seen pictures and picture postcards of the waters cascading down the…
Was invited by a Jewish family living in Manhattan to share their Shabbat on a Saturday when I once visited New York, and as I watched the four candles being lit, two for the couple, my two friends and the smaller ones for their two children, I saw in their…
Robert Clements is a newspaper columnist and writes a daily column, which has graced the pages of over 60 newspapers and magazines, from a daily column in the Khaleej Times, Dubai, the Morning Star, London, and in nearly every state in India, from The Statesman in Kolkata, to the Kashmir Times in Kashmir to the Trinity Mirror in Chennai.
