A Melody Of Flying Flutes Ramnath Subramanian

I am happy when I see atoms dance. I like the conversation of strangers in new places. I like turning the pages of books, and going on new journeys to new places. I like to hear the whistle of a train leaving a platform, nudging the compass needle to a new resting place. I like the sound of a ship's horn announcing a departure to a new destination. The sun shines with vigor. The river sings joyously. All is gold and blessed. These and other ideas are explored in this collection of essays culled from my newspaper columns published in the El Paso Times between 1998 and 2019.