love, fresh air and sunshine

I was twelve then and had already heard my friends whisper (rarely talk openly) in small groups, occasionally giggling, about their ‘monthl...

2010, for me, stood for resilience . For a long time, I wallowed in a state of non-acceptance of my life situation and misery because of th...

Every night, my aching, longing heart goes out in search of the green. My mind conjures up all kinds of dreams; in strange settings I ...

Seems like eons now wearing the robes of a goody mother, daughter, d-i-l, and wife, one after another. Sometimes, one over another! Now, I l...

Poked, beaten, Bruised. Slashed, stabbed, Bleeding. Bewildered, wounded, Unconscious. Still, quiet, Waking up. ...

As I kept looking at my daughter, Isha, in my arms yesterday, I remembered the face of the old man who had something important to tell me. T...

Here is an article about my life journey that appeared on the last (16th) page in the Kamiiritu in 2007. *** On reflection, I have sp...

I used to dance quite a bit during my time in the States . The wild kind of dance, where there is just the music, the rhythm, the aromas, m...

My NGO work of many years had trained my mind in the mode of working on ‘pilot / demonstration projects’ that people can come see, get a doc...

It all started in June last year, when I was diagnosed with what they call clinical depression. Cheerful I was, with no textbook symptoms ...

After a long search for something that I can truly call my passion, here, I have arrived. Learning from the soil. How life is constantly...