Same, Same I still haven’t figured out how to make delicious tea or poha, or how to respond instead of react. “Same, same,” a…
Yesterday reminded me that the world does not revolve around me. I am not the centre of the universe. Every person I shared a…
Am I squandering my time by living so quietly? Ordinarily? Routinely? Am I meant for more than what my life looks like right now?…
The Playschool Teacher Miss Honey arrived every morning before the sun enveloped the classroom in its soft amber glow. She would place a fresh…
If life is a school, loss is a major part of the curriculum. To begin with, we enter the world suffering from the loss…
Her face was streaked with tears of triumph and joy. She had never in her life felt so happy. Much to her surprise and…
