Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.
Boots are a type of shoes.The main difference between a shoe and a boot is that boots cover the ankle and sometimes the lower leg, while shoes generally don’t.
I was a law student in England.My father funded all my fees at University and later at the Inns of Court in London. I was also enjoying a fat student allowance but I would never spend my papa’s money on fancy clothes and stuff.
However, I fell head over heels for the trendy knee high leather boots that I saw at Russell and Bromley in Oxford Street, on my way to the underground tube station.
Idea! A good idea flashed in my mind!
I secured a job as salesgirl at Self Ridges during end of trimester vacation.
Et voilà! I bought my first knee high leather boots, color brown with high heels!
I wore my adorable boots during autumn, winter and early spring,with added pride, having bought them with my own earned money.
I love boots. Even at my age now, I feel very tomboyish, wearing them with my old jeans.
Anita Bacha
In India,attending the Jaipur Literary Festival 25.cc. photo.
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The auspicious Night of Shiva is spent by many devotees with telling stories to keep awake.
Probably because I am a devotee of the Hindu God , Lord Shiva and a writer of short stories for children, I wrote during one such night vigil and I am sharing
BLIND LOVE OF GOD
SHIVARATRI means the night of auspiciousness that has to be spent chanting the auspicious name of the Lord. Sri Sathya Sai Baba my Guru says we must consider every night as Shivaratri
Here is a short story, dear children,to read loud on Shivaratri –
BLIND LOVE OF GOD
Among the great devotees of Lord Shiva, the one that is embedded deep in the hearts of many Indians (especially from the South) is the story of Kannappa. There are many versions of this story, however, the spirit of love and devotion to the Lord is common across all the versions.
The story goes like this –
Kannappa, while on his daily hunt, comes across a temple of Lord Shiva. Entering the temple, he experiences a strange peace and tranquility. A serene bliss emanates from within and he stands with his eyes transfixed on the lingam. The merit of his past lives and the prodding from his destiny had sprouted in him an unquenchable love for Lord Shiva. Many had visited this temple before him and many did so after him too. But, Kannappa was among those rare few who got surcharged with divine love. From that day onwards, Kannappa became a regular at the temple. Every night, after finishing his hunt, he would arrive at the temple and offer Lord Shiva a part of the spoils. He would thus place meat in the holy sanctum.
The day which turned out to be a life-changing one for Kannappa, proved to be a life-changing one for the temple priest too. For, from that day on, whenever he arrived at the temple in the morning he would find it defiled with meat, blood and wine . Cursing the sinner who was indulging in such activity, he would clean the temple, take a bath, bring flowers for worship, offer naivedyam of fruits and, then leave.
This went on for several days and nights. Meanwhile, in Mount Kailash, Goddess Parvati asks her sweet Lord Shiva,
“Lord! During the day you are worshipped by the priest and at night by this hunter.Who is the one dearer to you? Who is the one who loves you more?”
This question made Lord Shiva smile and he said, “You can see it for yourself, Devi!”
One morning, as the priest went about his sincere worship of the lingam, something wondrous happened. The lingam sprouted eyes and they opened! Seeing this, the priest was thrilled beyond imagination. Even as his thrilled body broke into a dance, something horrifying happened. The left eye of the lingam began to bleed. Starting as a trickle, the bleeding became profuse and the whole eye seemed damaged. The priest was horrified. All his joy evaporated and he was convinced that this was an ill-omen. He felt that this happened because of the sinner who was defiling the temple every night. Instantly, he ran out of the temple and away from the forest with a promise never to step into the temple again.
At nightfall, Kannappa came into the temple. The same sequence of events followed. But when Kannappa noticed the bleeding eye, he was overcome with severe pains of empathy. He went into the forest and fetched some medicinal herbs to apply to the bleeding eye. All his efforts were to no avail as the bleeding continued relentlessly. In what could be considered as great bravery, supreme devotion and, a primitive transplant surgery, Kannappa plucked one of his eyes out with an arrow and placed it on the bleeding eye of the Shiva lingam. This stopped the bleeding in that eye of the lingam and Kannappa was very happy.
His joy was short-lived as, soon after, the second eye too began to bleed! This suddenly complicated matters for Kannappa, not because he was hesitant to give up his other eye but because he thought that if he were to pluck his other eye too, he would become blind to exactly know the spot of the bleeding eye of the lingam! And so, he placed his big toe on the bleeding eye as a marker and was about to plunge the arrow to gouge his second eye. At this point, Lord Shiva appears and stops him from blinding himself.
Needless to say, Kannappa was made wholesome in body, mind and, spirit. From that day onwards, he has been worshipped as a Nayanmar saint.
Countless times Sri Sathya Sai Baba has stressed on the fact that the Lord is Bhaavapriya and not Baahyapriya. This translates into the Lord being a lover of feelings and not the one interested in the show that is put on. The priest and the hunter were both equally dear to Him. And so, He showed Himself to both! But, the uncivilized, defiling hunter evidently had greater love for the Lord as he was ready to give up even his eye for the Lord’s sake. His Lord mattered to him more than himself.
Morale of the story, dear children –
We are ready to offer so many things to the Lord. We are ready to make sacrifices – food, water, comforts. But are we ready to give up this ego – the ‘I’ that we hold so dear to ourselves? The story shows that the instant we give up the ‘I’, the Lord manifests and makes us wholesome in every sense.
In fact, Sri Sathya Sai Baba says ‘giving up the ego, which manifests as an attachment is the only way to liberation’.
I started to write poetry at the age of eleven and I have continued to do so for decades till today, having survived both breast cancer and the pandemic.
A few years ago, aging and a gradual and sudden worsening of my physiological condition hit me very hard. I thought I would give up poetry and writing altogether and seek refuge in gardening.
Poetry called me. I attended the Jaipur Literary Festival 2025 with my son Toshu . He followed me out of love.
I realized how a fortunate mother I was when I slipped and fell under the shower and Toshu rushed to my rescue. Diagnosed with severe injuries in the right shoulder, I spent the rest of my stay in Jaipur in a hotel room bed with a quill and with the passion of my life, my poetry.
Reading loud from my book of short poems Leaves cc. Anita Bacha.
Many thanks for spending some of your precious time with me, dear friends and readers.
I’m glad to share with you the feature and promotion of my work by Jocelyn Kay, editor and curator of Edge of Humanity Magazine in their New Year 2025 first issue
My cherished debut children’s book was published by the renowned British publisher Austin Macaulay in 2019.
In the same year the COVID-19 pandemic sent shock waves through the world economy and triggered the largest global economic crisis in more than a century. The crisis led to a dramatic increase in inequality within and across countries.
The sale of the book that had just started, slowed down and halted dramatically.
Deep inside I knew how very important it was to pass on the message in the book to all the children in the world.
On 14 Décembre I learned that Edge of Humanity Magazine had featured The Princess and the Crow in their last issue of 2024.
I’m extremely grateful to Joelcy Kay American Brazilian Editor/Curator of “Edge of Humanity Magazine” in Florida #USA for featuring my book for children in their esteemed magazine.
At this time of the year, we are all looking for children’s books to buy for our own kids and to offer to children whose parents can’t afford to pay for an illustrated children’s book for their children.
It’s a blessing, I feel that the book is now available for an unlimited number of children.
What alternative career paths have you considered or are interested in?
I have never considered or even thought of an alternative career. I have chosen the right career path and I am proud to be a Barrister at Law.
The career path one chooses at an early age is always the best one. One needs to persevere and to gain experience to better oneself.
Once you are mature and ripe, many venues will be open to you specially when you have chosen a professional career.
A barrister of Lincoln’s Inn, I was delegated by the Republic of Mauritius to attend sessions at The Hague Conference on Private International Law at The Hague for the drafting of the Convention of 1993 (from 1989 to 1993).
The Hague Conference on Private International Law (HCCH) is a global inter-governmental organisation. A melting pot of different legal traditions, it develops and services multilateral legal instruments, which respond to global needs.
The Convention of 29 May 1993 on Protection of Children and Co-operation in Respect of Intercountry Adoption (HCCH 1993 Adoption Convention) protects children and their families against the risks of illegal, irregular, premature or ill-prepared adoptions abroad.
I was invited by the Secretary of The Hague to sign the Final Act of the Convention for my contribution- a landmark in my career.
I am glad to announce that I have just added a new release to my repertoire –
LEAVES
It’s a collection of short poems,namely haiku,senryu and tanka written fondly with you in mind.
I picked up my quill after a long illness to compile this collection of haiku, senryu and tanka poems which, has been a major part of my recovery.Writing every day, no thrice a day, is my secret potion. On a naughty note, I wanted to prove to my ophthalmologist that writing won’t make me blind.
What is Leaves about?
Choosing a title for a poetry book is not an easy task especially when it comes to a collection of short poems.
One morning, I was gazing at the overcast sky when a yellow leaf fell at my feet, followed by another, yet another. Deeply marveled and inspired by Mother Nature’s cycle of life, I have named my new collection of short poems, LEAVES. Each poem molded, shaped, colored differently is a leaf from Mother Nature’s Notebook.
This collection of traditional and modern haiku, senryu and tanka is divided in three parts. The first one consists of haiku unfolding the four seasons of the year, starting with summer and ending with winter. The second comprises senryu and, the third and last one includes tanka.
Haiku is a Japanese poem of traditionally seventeen syllables in three, short, unrhymed lines. Nature themes and imagery evoking a specific season of the year are the traditional focus of haiku poetry.
Haiku developed from the hokku, the opening lines of a longer poem known as tanka, an ancient form of poetry that consists of 5 lines in a 5/7/5/7/7 syllables count form. The tanka poem is traditionally about seasons, nature and emotions. Senryu is another short form Japanese poetry similar to haiku in construction with three lines and seventeen syllables count. Senryu, however, tend to be about human foibles; they are often cynical and darkly humorous. Haiku is more serious.
Whereas traditional haiku and senryu poets observe strictly the 5/7/5 syllables pattern, modern poets try different syllables count and formats to achieve a more minimalist style.
solitary hawk soaring as white clouds – in sterling blue sky
As far as I know it is a blessing to see a hawk.
It is also believed by many that the hawk is a messenger bird. Usually when we see a hawk it means to pay attention because a message is coming to you. Hawks represent clear sightedness, being observant, our far memory and guardianship. They also bring courage, wisdom, illumination, creativity and truth. Hawks give us the ability to see the larger picture of life.( source Google) .
Writing is one of the miraculous achievements of the world.’ Irving Finkel
In conversation with Pragya Tiwari at Diagoe Durbar Theatre in the British Library organized by Zee Literary Festival,2019 –
From carved stones to modern, beautiful calligraphy.
On the same occasion, I met Irving Finkel in person, he autographed his world famous book, The Lifeboat that saved the World, for my children and shared these magic and inspiring words with me-
The best thing that you can do is to write books for children.
Thanks for reading,my friends.
Happy Sunday
Anita Bacha
Autograph of Author Irving Finkel at the British Library.
bright morning sunlight awakens in a shudder rainbow butterfly
Anita Bacha
My dear haiku friends , I have recently joined a haiku group, ‘ The Daily Haiku’ on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. The moderators come up with a prompt word every day plus one extra on weekends. Haikuists are invited to submit their poems to the group for likes and comments by the group members. It’s real fun. An addicted haiku lover , I can’t resist the temptation of contributing to the groups, bearing in mind my doctor’s advice to avoid the internet coz of my aging eyes. O la la!
I have edited my original haiku poem’ sleeping butterfly’
Photo my own clicked at the Pullman, St.Pancras,London in June 2019.
In that month I was attending a book event, the Jaipur Literary Festival at the British Library. I seized the opportunity to book a room at Pullman and, to kill two birds with one stone, enjoying the luxury of a hotel room vis à vis the British Library and spending memorable time with world acclaimed writers, to name a few, Irving Finkel ,author of ‘ The Lifeboat that saved the world’ , Shashi Tharoor, who has authored many books including ‘ Why I am a Hindu’ and Marcus Du Sautoy the author of the amazing’ The Creative Code – How AI is learning to write,paint and think.’
I have read the three books and other books I bought at the event but, I fell in love with the books of the Master of Haiku, Matsuo Bashō!
Hence, today’s haiku is my offering to you, my dear friends, Thank you for your visit.
Anita Bacha.
Gluten free breakfast at Pullman Autograph of Irving TinkelAutograph of Shashi Tharoor Autograph of Marcus Du Sautoy
Write until your signature becomes an autograph – Anita Bacha.
Anita Bacha
After the huge success of my illustrated children’s book ‘WAKASHIO’, I toyed with the idea of writing a fiction book for children on the pandemic, Covid 19. For more than two years. I was hesitant and even fearful that children and parents would eschew such a story book.
Covid 19 has been the greatest enemy of Man for more than a century. Children like adults lived into confinement. They missed their school and classmates. Some were ill. Some went without the noshes they love the most. Some lost a dear one. Now that Covid 19 is an unpleasant memory, children would most likely want to turn over a new leaf and forget all about it.
Yet, one day it dawned upon me that children should not forget the passage of the deadly virus over their beautiful island, Mauritius and, mostly what they themselves contribute to stop the spread of the virus by implementing the precautionary measures recommended by the World Health Organization and the health authorities in Mauritius. I picked up my pen and I wrote ‘IL ETAIT UNE FOIS CORONA VIRUS’ (translated into English ‘ONCE UPON A TIME CORONA VIRUS’).
‘IL ETAIT UNE FOIS CORONA VIRUS ‘my latest children book is a tale based on real facts told by two Mauritian children Angela and Oshin. These two Mauritian kids are characters that I created myself and, they are the two well-known characters in my book ‘WAKASHIO’. Here they narrate to our young audience their adventure with a virus, Corona. An imaginary story about the Corona Virus that will make the delight of all, small and big children.
Reading books is very important for children. Reading helps children to improve both their written and spoken languages. It also helps to develop their imagination and intellect, to carry them over lands and seas beyond the quotidian. Encouraging children to read at an early age by parents and, grandparents at home develop in them the love for reading and for the attainment of world knowledge.
“The subject of the book chosen by the author, Anita Bacha, is strong. I congratulate her for having approached the subject of Covid 19 with finesse, adroitness and fragility that only an experienced writer of children’s book like her would do. Children need to know what is happening around them, in their country and in the whole world. My children loved Wakashio, the first book of Ma’am Bacha and they love the second one too. I trust that she will continue to write stories about the history of Mauritius. I recommend IL ETAIT UNE FOIS CORONA VIRUS to everyone. Buy this book!” – Guest Speaker, Eva Palmans, mother of two endearing boys, bookworm and big bibliophile.
“Personally, I have greatly appreciated ‘IL ETAIT UNE FOIS CORONA VIRUS’, the third illustrated children’s book of the well-known author, Anita Bacha. She is a barrister and, a retired Senior Magistrate who dedicate her time to writing poems and more importantly books for children. I imagined the difficulty of the author in writing about such a perturbing topic. After delving into the pages of her book, I can only congratulate her. The author’s love for children has triumphed. I recommend that book full of colourful and astounding illustrations to all! Buy it and enjoy!” – Sabrina Patten, Mistress of Ceremony, Director of Primary School, L’Odyssée du Savoir and booklover.
“In my endeavour to encourage children to read books and to combat illiteracy, I have produced that small book. I sincerely trust that it will be wholeheartedly read by all the adorable children of the world and, by adults too. Many thanks to the parents and children who attended the book signing event at the Gymkhana Club Mauritius.” Anita Bacha.
Thank you for your visit and for viewing, my dear Friends.
My latest illustrated children’s bookWith endearing little girl, my big fan With Karen Fook Yuen Bacha, MLA, proud mother of Ryūchi,my grandson.With adorable children of Eva Palmans, Guest Speaker.With Sabrina Patten, Mistress of Ceremony, Director of Primary School L’odyssée du savoir
After the pandemic and subsequent confinements , the London Book Fair was back in full swing this Spring from 18 to 20 April 2023. I visited the Fair as Author, having published my illustrated children’s book’ The Princess and the Crow’ in 2019 with Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd. I felt on top of the world among the wonderful writers, publishers, illustrators and more, networking and exchanging ideas about the future of books. In conversation with the Publishers Association, Mayor of London #SadiqKhan said – culture is in the DNA of London. It’s the glue that binds our city together. Sharing a few photos with you and wishing to be here with you in March 2024.
Anita Bacha
Greetings from London and thank you for your visit.
With Editor Joshua of Austin Macauley Publishers teamFirst day at London Book Fair 23
Once there was a little boy who lived with his poor, widowed mother in a far away village.
His name was Hari. During school holidays he had no friend with whom to play. His mother was a loving woman and played with him when she was not busy with her household chores. One day, however, she fell ill and Hari became very lonely. His mother consoled him and told him to go out and play with Krishna.
‘Who is Krishna?’ Hari asked his mother.
‘Krishna is the friend of all!’
Hari rushed out eagerly calling ‘Krishna! Krishna!’
‘Hello!’ said a cow herd boy coming from behind a tree ‘why are you calling my name?’
“Let’s play!’ Hari uttered with joy.
They played together during the school holidays.
Back to school, Hari told the school master about his new friend, Krishna. The school master listened to his story but did not believe a word of it.
Soon it was the birthday of the school master. Hari became very sad; he had no money to buy him a birthday present. His mother then reminded him of his friend Krishna.
‘Go and talk to your friend Krishna’ she told Hari, ‘he will surely help you!’
Hari did as he was told and Krishna gave him a pot of butter milk.
‘Here! This is a birthday present for your school master!’
Unfortunately, the school master was not happy with the present. He scorned at it and asked his servant to throw the milk curd away. The servant complied but amazingly, the pot was filled with milk curd again. After several attempts to empty the pot, he ran to the school master to tell him about the incredible happening.
‘What!’ the school master exclaimed ‘it must be a magic pot!’ He immediately summoned Hari and asked him about the source of the pot.
When Hari replied that his friend Krishna gave it to him, the school master asked him to take him to Krishna immediately.
‘I want to see your friend!’ he exclaimed.
The school master followed Hari to the place where he met Krishna. At the top of his voice, Hari called for his friend but Krishna did not appear. Then from behind a tree, they heard another voice:
‘Why are you calling me Hari ?’
Hari recognized the voice of his friend Krishna. He replied:
‘My school master wants to see you.’
‘The school master cannot see me, Hari because no one can see me unless he believes in me!’ said the voice gently but firmly.
The school master was bowled over. He returned to the school with his tail between his legs.
Anita Bacha
This short story is about faith and belief, my dear friends. I first heard it when I was a kid and,from my mom, a great devotee of the Indian God Lord Krishna. As a matter of fact, HARI is another name of Lord KRISHNA but my mom was very smart at story telling. Only later in life I found out her ingenuity in teaching me the use of words.
Anita Bacha
Image source Pinterest, short story cc. Anita Bacha
You will find the above and many such poems in my book ‘Soul Poetry’ published by Partridge in 2015 , distributed worldwide by Amazon & Barnes and Noble .
Inspired by the magnificent Nippon Maru cruise anchored at the Christian Decotter Cruise Terminal, Mauritius,I penned down the above senryu ( short form Japanese poem) .
Thank you for viewing and for reading, my dear friends.
Photo of Nippon Maru cruise and poem Cc Anita Bacha 2023
Inspired by the magnificent Nippon Maru cruise anchored at the Christian Decotter Cruise Terminal, Mauritius,I penned down the above senryu ( short form Japanese poem) .
Thank you for viewing and for reading, my dear friends.
Photo of Nippon Maru cruise and poem Cc Anita Bacha 2023
Green Grinch steals the sweets Who pudding and sugarplums Small heart wants the treats
Anita Bacha
How the Grinch Stole Christmas! is a children’s Christmas book by Theodor “Dr. Seuss” Geisel written in rhymed verse with illustrations by the author. It follows the Grinch, a cranky, solitary creature who attempts to thwart the public’s Christmas plans by stealing Christmas gifts and decorations from the homes of the nearby town of Whoville on Christmas Eve. As a result of the townspeople’s response, the Grinch realizes that Christmas is not all about money and presents.
I am one of the lucky ones who has read this absorbing #storybook published in 1957 when my dad well aware of my love for books Offered me‘How the Grinch stole #Christmas by #Dr Seuss for my birthday.
I remember with pride and nostalgia the subtle ways of my parents to encourage me and my siblings to read and write.
Christmas is not all about glitter,money and presents.
Story book by Dr.Seuss Image of Grinch cc Pinterest
Dear friends and readers, this poem is a revised and edited version of my original poem White Flowers in the Night. I was inspired by the prompt word vespertine to rewrite the original poem.
Vespertine is a poetic term for being active in the evening, or a flower that blooms in the evening. So, I’d guess the jasmine flowers that bloom in the night and are renowned for their rich,sweet,floral and musky aroma would be the perfect theme of my poem .
It’s also interesting to note that in India, the glam jasmine is known as Raat ke Rani (the Queen of the Night) .
Image Cc children in Malpura Rajasthan reading children book The Princess and the Crow Image of my meeting with Austin Macauley representative at the London Book Fair 2025Meeting with children book publishers at London Book Fair 2025 . Image copyright Image cc. My passion for books at LBF 2025.
My passion for books and for writing once again drove my steps to the London Book Fair at Olympia in London last month.
I was flabbergasted to see the innumerable children books exposed. I met several publishers including the Austin Macauley team and I was curious to know about the future of writers of children books.
I was over the moon to learn from a big children book publisher that ‘ for Austin Macauley to publish your story means that your story is a very good one!’ He wished to remain anonymous because he is a publisher too.
With my book ‘The Princess and the Crow’ I was proud to walk around visiting the book stalls as an author of Austin Macauley.
My Rajasthan friends bought their copy of The Princess and the Crow from Amazon India. I am sharing a photo of village children in Malpura reading a paperback copy.
I am invited by Austin Macauley to submit a new manuscript. It dawned upon me to write unique stories about my childhood.
Why unique? Because each one of us has a unique childhood.
I’m working on a new book for children except that it will take some time to write because of my eyes problems.
Anita Bacha 