I want to create a village where the people of yesterday are devoted to the children of today. A village where the onus of raising a child isn’t just on new mothers or fathers. I want to create a village where education isn’t for the children but is first directed…

I was born in a tropical land. The one filled with fertile soils and many oceans, consecrated, crushed, and crumbled millennia after millennia just to be confined within the lines of something I call map, that so beautifully describes its length and breadth but somehow at all times, fails and…

‘‘When the war was over, the soldiers returned to their tents. They reflected about life and death, about the loss. They cried. They spend days thinking about winning and what to make of the life that has been gifted to them by someone who died their deaths. …

When I was young, my mom found a tailor, who would turn her sarees into the most beautiful quilt and pillow covers. She was so excited about this small project, that it felt as if she found a purpose for her life. …

I return and this time with a question and then another one and then another! What keeps us alive? What sustains this human form? What would sustain me, would that be the same thing that would sustain my family members? If yes, then why do people who are born in…

One way to feel inspired by the person is to hear his/her story. Listening with presence alone would bridge the connection. You see listening about the ways s(h)e has been bought up, the way his/her parents are, how much love is in the family, how much a lady is respected. …

Food is life, it is a bridge between who you are and who you would be. It is an expression of deep love and belonging. …