Hello everyone, my dear readers,
It’s been a while since we last connected. I’ve been immersed in new projects — working on a film script and preparing for the release of my upcoming book. That’s why I’ve been a little quiet lately.
But I’m happy to say that my “People of Another World” series continues — and this time, I’m the guest. I want to share a special poem with you, one I wrote when I first moved to Boston. It was later broadcast on Boston radio and remains close to my heart.
This piece captures the emotions of that transformative time in my life — full of hope, uncertainty, and the courage it takes to begin again.
While searching for Pandora’s box, I was also adapting to a new life.
In my early days after moving to Boston, I felt a sense of longing I couldn’t quite describe. In a foreign city, in a language that wasn’t my own, among unfamiliar faces, I woke up each morning with the same feeling:
“Where is Pandora’s box?”
In mythology, it’s said that after all the evils were released into the world, the only thing left inside the box was hope.
And that’s exactly what I was searching for — hope.
A small light to guide me through the complex emotions of a new beginning, the unknown, the challenge of growing new roots in unfamiliar soil.
Every day, I walked the streets of Boston. I looked at the leaves painted in shades of crimson, gold, and amber. I watched the trees. I even made eye contact with the local squirrels and asked them silently:
“Have you seen Pandora’s box? There’s hope inside.”
The answers were never clear. Sometimes they came in the breeze, sometimes in the shifting shapes of the clouds above. But it was as if they all whispered in unison:
“Keep searching!”
So I did. I kept going. I learned, I spoke. I met new people.
I heard new sounds. I tasted flavors I had never known before.
Everything was unfamiliar — but everything was full of possibility.
And I never grew tired.
Because I knew: I was searching for Pandora’s box.
And in that box, there was hope.
I’m still walking the streets of Boston.
In fact, wherever I go, I keep walking.
And hope walks with me.
This piece is inspired by the poem I wrote during that time —
a reflection on change, resilience, and the quiet courage of starting over.
Bissss,
Melda Sherman
PANDORA’S BOX by Melda Sherman
I’m looking for Pandora’s box
There’s hope in it.
I’m looking for it,
In Boston streets,
Everyday, I’m walking
I look at the colors, fall colors
To the trees, to the leaves
Even, to the native squirrels
I ask them; to the clouds of constant motion
“ Have you seen Pandora’s box? There’s hope in it!”
They tell me:
“Resume searching!!!”
I’m learning, I’m talking.
I meet new people.
I hear new voices.
I taste new tastes.
Never- I’m not tired,
I’m not tired!
Because,
I’m looking for Pandora’s box,
There’s hope in the box!
I keep walking
In Boston streets
