Drive my carLast week, I was driving back from the airport with Coke Studio’s Nimrohiya for company. Even at the 40 km/h crawl that the sea of metallic…Aug 16, 202220Aug 16, 202220
Of bird song and love storiesThe spring is come, I hear the birds that sing from bush to bush. I hear them sing. The linnet and the little wren, the blackbird and the…Apr 13, 20222Apr 13, 20222
What’s in a name?“Aapki shaadi legal nahin hai. Yeh farzi hai (Your marriage is illegal),” said the lawyer in the black coat and white shirt, dismissively…Mar 16, 202212Mar 16, 202212
Listening to the earthPuhpowee, ‘the force which causes mushrooms to push up from the earth overnight’, writes Robin Wall Kimmerer in her book, Braiding…Aug 9, 20217Aug 9, 20217
It Isn’t Just Food. It’s Community.In May this year, our 11-year old neighbour trotted down to hand A two jars of homemade mango chutney — an offering to bring cheer to his…Dec 3, 20207Dec 3, 20207
To walk in this worldIn the early days of the lockdown, I found myself stepping out of the house every few days on one or the other pretext. ‘We need bananas’…Jun 17, 202061Jun 17, 202061
In Loving MemoryMemory is an invitation to the source of our life, to a fuller participation in the now, to a future about to happen, but ultimately to a…Nov 3, 20198Nov 3, 20198
House, or vegetable patch?Soil is the great connector of lives, the source and destination of all. It is the healer and restorer and resurrector, by which disease…Aug 14, 20197Aug 14, 20197
The EyrieA late blooming, solitary red rhododendron flower reaches up to the skyJul 21, 201916Jul 21, 201916
In the embrace of silenceGolden brown and shimmering under the sun that touches its body after the rain, a slug makes its way across the path. Six inches long…Jul 3, 2019103Jul 3, 2019103
Under the branches of a gulmoharOver the past few weeks, I’ve been waking up to the call of the crimson-eyed koel, its cries insistent, urgent. A tint of blue where the…May 13, 2019May 13, 2019
What if belonging is everywhereWhere are you from? asked the young person Who had come to visit my mud house in the mountains. I thought for a moment. “Everywhere,” I…Apr 10, 20191Apr 10, 20191
Between darkness and lightHo ho hotaru koi atchi no mizu wa nigai zo Kotchi no mizu wa amai zoFeb 21, 2019Feb 21, 2019
Parts of a wholeA and I were walking in the park and I pointed to a bed of hibiscus — white, hot pink, burnt orange, yellow with a blood red centre. Some…Feb 5, 2019Feb 5, 2019
Finding hope in despair‘WORDS and their beautiful hidden and beckoning uncertainty’ is the dedication at the beginning of David Whyte’s Consolations: The Solace…Jan 28, 2019Jan 28, 2019
There if you keep looking…Last year, in Delhi, I had gone to Sunder Nursery, a recently opened heritage park that used to lie along the Grand Trunk Road — a busy…Jan 10, 20191Jan 10, 20191
Sacred SpaceI wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and open like a hinge, like a wing…Dec 19, 2018Dec 19, 2018
