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 the winter season , given ...
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 blankets continue to be used and blessed...
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 woman with short hair and jeans, terrified to be at the receiving ...
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 years abroad. Holi, with its attendant wet clothes, col...
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 so that we can run out and greet the rose tinged dawn sky. Meal times, play time...
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 surrounding the beach. The turquoise ocean had receded back to th...
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 sunrise has spectacular ora...
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 to describe a gathering which does me good, or which ...
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 water bottles to make a warm evening and in knitting essentials a...
Go ahead and label me "the indulgent, besotted parent" of this little pup --you will not be far from the truth! Mili has made her place at home, found her niche in our hearts and horrified Pepper t...