November 7, 2019

Last evening, we went capturing God. Rather, the Goddess of our ancient and forgotten temple. Me, my husband and my friend, she who had the latest digital camera in town and more importantly knew how to operate all its controls. The intention was to photograph the Lord for eternity, laminate her for posterity, and sell […]

Every moment, you dip into your little, inner reservoir of kindness/ strength/ rubbish/bravery/idiocy/anger/hope and utilize it to the fullest. Sometimes, as a band-aid for self and others Often as a gift for self and others So many times as brutal, vicious rage for self and others  Quite always, as a slap for self and others.

                                                                                                                   Listen to your body, they say. Like exactly which part of it? I wonder. Sure, I am 40+ (but how much plus, I ain’t telling ya!) and by now, I should get the hang of it. But being 40+ also means that there is a whole lot more of me to listen to. Should

Candle-light vigilists, On-line revolutionaries, Facebook Badges – Our latest weapon to showcase solidarity We are so busy Saving the Tiger and The Girl Child and The Olive Ridley Turtle and what-shall-we-save now. We don’t have time for saving India.  GTG! BFN! And then, “We are Indians, no? Families come first”. So, we have families and

I take a lot of selfies every day; most get deleted almost immediately, some I salivate for a few days and then dump , simply to make way for more selfies of the future. And then the rest are let loose on friends. Just-like-that. Which is exactly how selfies should be treated. By now, I

And unto each house, hangs a tale , that makes it a home Some modern tales are full of microwave dinners And every tale (And of this I am really sure) has cured sinners.  A new tale unfolds at every room Tales of gloom. Tales of doom . But still each tale is a tale