Last week, this time, it was Peppu and me getting ready for our daily forest romp. Water and bowl and mobile in bag, we set off with Bruni, Kajal, Choti and Mystery. Fun at the cracked water pipe, fun...
From one incomplete project to another...from one interesting technique to another great colour combination...from one request to another desire. How do we get to the finish line for even ONE of these...
Why not the seaside? Why not a small town on the banks of the humid Cauvery? Why not a penthouse in Bangalore with excellent Wi Fi facilities and no actual requirement to descend to the pavement to bu...
Random events which have been cruising through my life, while I was waiting for inspiration to strike and exquisite prose to come gushing out of this keyboard. The build up to the full moon of Budh P...
It started two years ago. Yes, around the same time as this blog! I wanted to try hexagons with all the left over yarn balls stashed away in two drawers. This perfect pattern from Attic 24, combined ...
This year, the media has taken up the annual issue of forest fires, smoke and soot, death and destruction of flora and fauna, and what are we humans doing--from starting the fire ( by villagers cleari...
It will soon be 8 weeks of Biskit leaving us for the Rainbow Bridge. I look down at her grave, with its little sapling of scented geranium, count the number of sprouting leaves on her memorial shrub, ...
That is the one word which is used most often, by local hill people, to describe living in the hills. The knitters, the shopkeepers, the help, the taxi drivers, the people at the checkpoint...conversa...