For many years now, I have taken time at the end of the year to pause intentionally, reflect…
I volunteer with a group of girls in a low-income community in Bangalore. Yesterday, I saw them after a long summer break when they had all gone to their homes, mostly villages in different corners of India (Bangalore's slums are mostly inhabited by…
I have a friend from my B-school days. She and I are the kind of friends who have zero expectations from each other but just hold a lot of love for each other in our hearts. We speak very rarely, sometimes we don’t speak for months or years but whenever we do, the conversation is a healing…
This morning, I am thinking of the several lessons that I have learnt from my family. Ours is not a family where…
Today, I am thinking of the power of sounds and the significance they hold for us, especially in memories.
My Heartsong
I was made of the soil and the sky
And of the taste of needless blood
I was made of happy, salty tears
And a sense of never being enough
