Neena Singh
Memento mori
The black and white photo found in Papa’s diary, shows an unsmiling child of about six, a book in her lap. I do not recognize myself in this photo. My childhood memories are gray, though some return through the stories told by family. My mother said I would’t eat my meals unless a book was read to me. “Who will read you stories when I die?” she’d ask. It seems she’d had a premonition. When I was six the stories stopped.
reading aloud to my puppy ... winter night
About the Author
Neena Singh lives in Chandigarh, India. Her haiku, senryu, tanka, and haibun have appeared in online and print journals. Former banker, she now runs a non-profit for underprivileged children. She enjoys exploring gardens and has authored two books of poetry.