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 mean, look at that sky! Bombay is so beautiful.
I’ve been cycling for a month now. I was lucky through all of August where my high energy days coincided with sunshine moments.
I don’t think I grasped that a new normal would have to be a new idea of normal. I don’t know if I’ll ever travel by junta public transport again, the second class compartments, the trains & metros. By the time it may be safe to, I may not physically…
We think of firsts as one-time only things. We assume they’re the domain of the young, the uninitiated. The first time is so much more.
It’s not my birthday now but it is of a lot of people I love.
The second COVID wave made me ponder why we do things. Is it not more about our own personal ego gratification than about helping?
The pandemic confused our relationship with time. What does it mean to be mature? Do we fit into our generations?
I’ve been taking tentative steps towards normal life (or whatever that looks like) in 2021. Is this a rebirth?
A new year is under way after all the things that 2020 was. Are we ready to let it go? Or are we still clinging to our wounds?