The Music of Remembrance

The Music of Remembrance

The Mother under my feet wherever I may walk.  She is first – she supports me and holds me and feeds me.   What other path is possible but only to open my hands and my heart and to pour back the blessings upon her in whatever way I can. For she is my Mother. The...
In Search of Dinner

In Search of Dinner

A walk down the road in search of where I may eat tonight: I leave my house where I am living, down the dusty staircase to collect my ‘chappals’ (sandals) at the entrance – yes they will last another day I hope – the shoe repair man did a good job but...

A Day in Mumbai

Mmm feels like coming home now – how interesting is that .. only a short time ago Mumbai felt like a big and strange and impossible to navigate, city of crazy drivers, manic horns, terrible pavements and incongrously majestic buildings stuck between the falling...

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...