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...

Time Out and Down

We are clean and clear again after being the object of an attack on all of the sites that I work with just before Christmas – as a result our sites were down for some time and also blacklisted by Google. We are now cleaned, protected and back up and running. It...
Rat Compassion

Rat Compassion

Now I know I am really weird!! I rescued a rat this morning.   Who does that?  What sort of person am I? It happened that I was in a hotel in Mumbai close to Bandra Station. When you see the photos of the area around that station you will understand how easy it would...
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...
After the storm

After the storm

Storm clouds gathered, the winds picked up and then the rains battered the windows of my soul.  Release came with the emotional rains – an outpouring that was delivered to those I felt may hear me.  And they did.. and the energy began to reverse and flow back...