Finding God In The Incompletion Of Love, Nature & City
Mumbaiβs bridges, birds, and bygone doorsβ seeking meaning in plants, photographs, and god in everyday moments.
Mumbaiβs bridges, birds, and bygone doorsβ seeking meaning in plants, photographs, and god in everyday moments.
2024 was the year I embraced the art of the clean goodbye βfree of regret, pain, and drama. Why do we make goodbyes so complicated? (Audio included)
Death is hard to think about. Gardening gave me a surprisingly comfortable context in which to explore it.
I found lessons of love in trees, support through loss in a common lizard.
I’ve been a plant parent for 12 years. I started with a sprig of ajwain stuck in a pot & it grew & grew. Some of you adopted its babies in little pots & they grow with proud fortitude in your homes. Over the years, I added herbs (kadi-patta, pudina,…
I found my kinship with green things when I was 8, watching fascinated as baby shoots poked out of the mud laid on a try, where I’d sprinkled mustard seeds a few days earlier. I didn’t know it then but I became a gardener that day.
Can we hate people for being who they are? It can be hard watching people remain their worst selves when you can see their highest potential. It’s difficult finding pettiness, rage, envy, weakness in those you know to be wise, strong, sensitive. Weaponising emotion is to turn something beautiful into a smoking gun.
I am a gardener.
My garden is paradise.