How Gardening Taught Me To Think Of Death
Death is hard to think about. Gardening gave me a surprisingly comfortable context in which to explore it.
Death is hard to think about. Gardening gave me a surprisingly comfortable context in which to explore it.
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I closed a chapter I wrote a decade ago. It is a death since I once gave it life. What lies next to the pain of loss & fear of the unknown when it comes to death?
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This tiny station doesn’t feature in most Mumbai narratives but Mahim is full of the rich, unspoken connections that make this city.
Indu Sundaresan’s ‘The Mountain of Light’ left me unimpressed. The Kohinoor diamond is a sore spot for people of the Indian subcontinent.
Vulnerability is a magic spell drawing us into its space, that strips illusions, entices us into dancing naked with shame-free selves.