I am in no mood to fulminate on paper–I wish the two of us were in a room together talking of what matters most, the air thick with affinity. In January a man crawls into...

You are…the embodimentof immediate good karma.The equalizer between bottomfeeders and the sanctimoniouscogs in the system.

You stand for what is right-for the patient and the staff.Pressures of work may down you,maybe bent but not broken.

Now we’re guests in a faraway land nearly 40 years on. No trees, no cool breeze, no best friends. Only endless days spent in sending SMSs…

Haris…as a naive migrantwho just moved here,relying on you tapered worries.

Bob, I am grateful for yourThree letter name.It’s another reminder of homeOf a world predictableOf a life I had.

[Y]ou, one day, will knock lips with Turkish-coffee-clad veils whose beds our kin must tuck in misty-eyed.

Even the new things thatI less than know,I keep trying, did againuntil perfect.