I was in Kolkata last month. A tiny trip with my sister. Having her undiluted company for three days, was an absolute treat. Both of us, in different cities with different career...
While the summer months tried to incinerate us, while the monsoons tried to dissolve all good intentions, while this year zoomed past in a series of trips and tours, the knitters...
Sundays are about getting a quiet, slightly dusty house to myself...making 14 to 18 rotis for the dogs...checking out the trees and the forest trails for a couple of hours or more...and then, working ...
It's a truth universally acknowledged, that beloved dogs leave their adoring humans and trot across the rainbow bridge to become memories. The humans deal with their loss by talking and sharing, by vo...
Blends of silk and wool fibres, dyed in varying bands of gorgeous colour, loosely spun and plied into soft balls—they call out to a knitter, just like the smell of freshly brewed...
A small collection of low buildings shoved into the forest edge…a dry river bed snaking its way down the green and orange hills…bird song and whooping monkeys all around me, but not a soul to be seen....