Thank you for visiting this chronicle of a life lived with “change” as the one constant through various decisions of living and working.
Moving from medicine to administration to knitting and writing…
Shifting from the city to small towns, to desert villages in Oman, to camps and cantonments to finally setting up home in this tiny hill town of Ranikhet...

Choosing to leave family and friends and find new acquaintances, search out soul-mates and get involved in slowly evolving relationships…
These are just a few of the changes which have been absorbed in this phase of life. The past 5 years have been a long experience in learning to live with less of material things and more of surreal memories,accepting the life-style of the hill folks but not accepting poor quality knitting, enjoying quiet and simple days and revelling in the constantly improving work the knitters produce as well as their growing pride in their work.

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  • finding a cousin

    Emails and phone calls had happened a month earlier. While the summer furnace burnt up the plains, I was busy with the departure of my ...

  • Back to solitary…

    It will be a week tomorrow.  A week of the dogs and me getting accustomed to our own company and a timetable which suits my ...

  • Rainclouds and pine…

    Dark rainclouds gathered over the forests and valleys. Rain and sleet worked their magic through 24 hours, and I woke up to shining pine trees, ...

  • I am not…

    This year, this week, today...I feel a spirit of kinship with many a knitter around the world. The changing season brings on the desire to ...

  • Sublime summer knitting

    The Crusade to Reduce Stash has been eating up the yarn in my cupboards and baskets, and it sure is a good feeling. While there ...

  • The Final Journey

    Thursday afternoon was all about mellow sunshine and blue skies and red leaves on chestnut trees. Hema had served some of the last "lesu" rotis of ...

  • Random Thursday

    Winter still reigns supreme here. Holi has been celebrated, but the trees remain stark and bare, sleeping dogs curl up into tight jalebis, heaters and electric ...

  • First time Fair…

    March 2013 saw that memorable time when the knitters met me for the first time. 6 of them arrived, zapped to see a greying, garrulous ...

  • The Holi week

    The one festival which would be avoided totally while I lived in cities and cantonments. That one festival which I never missed in those twelve ...

  • Complete….

    2017 is turning out to be all about our little Mili. I wake up early, and then wait for her to stir against my shoulder ...

  • Morning musing..

    Exactly a fortnight ago, at around the same time, 5.30 am, my toes were digging into white sand while I surveyed the brown coral heaps ...

  • Of things Hand…

    Mid February means mellow winter sunshine and a definite climb in temperatures. The night sky has wisps of warmth flying through the chilly frost, the ...

  • Knitting circle

    There is a word in Hindi, "satsang"--Association with the good.  Though it is used to refer to spiritual gatherings and discourses, I use the word ...

  • January Knitting

    Twenty days of this cold month have been spent in futile attempts to escape the sharp nips of Madam Mili, in arranging heaters and hot ...