Doing what is necessary

Doing what is necessary

My Indian Kitchen Yesterday was a flurry of doing just what was necessary here.. I woke early – meditated for a short time then began my day – my morning things the time for myself – drinking my morning drink and preparing for the day. The morning...

Looking for a Home…

Who knew that a home was so important?  I forgot. Silly me.  No rush I kept saying – I am fine where I am.. its clean, comfortable and relatively cheap. But I wasn’t feeling right – I was questioning a lot what am I doing here?  Is this the right...
Leaving – a piece of my heart

Leaving – a piece of my heart

On Thursday afternoon I took my leave of the children at Shikshangram.  How to go? how to separate – how to divide the space in my heart – an impossible task as each responded in a different way to my departing. Kajal – always my friend glowered at...
Shikshangram Days

Shikshangram Days

Tonight writing is happening perched here in Pune on the window ledge upstairs at the ‘hotel’ (restaurant) next to the pile of garlic peelings. These days I need to take any opportunity to write – the discipline of creating a specific schedule so...