Esha and I are taking a winter sabbatical from #WordlessWednesday only to return rejuvenated for an exciting new 2020. Apologies for the delayed notification, but it’s been a busy, yet gratifying time of the year. Work has somehow caught pace, and there were a few things that needed my attention at the home front. I have also been spending some time reflecting and looking back on the year gone by. The holidays have been a great time to connect and…
OM’s Birthday: Damyanti Biswas The trees on the distant hillside changed from dark shapes to green as he watched, a morning ritual for the last few years. He coughed, inhaling bitter, fragrant smoke, the air of the Himalayan foothills no match for the dozen or so cigarettes and the occasional cigar he smoked every day. His gaze stayed on the hill opposite, where mist rose around tiny homes nestled amid trees. Somewhere under the sloped bright-red roof of the…
growing microgreens, germinating dreams Gardening can be therapeutic and I wish to share more from my corners of green, in the days to come. Connecting with nature is one of the best ways to heal and flourish. I’m stepping into this journey slowly but surely. From being one who would just admire and decorate ones home with plants, to one who likes to get her fingers and nails dirty with the touch of soil. My Ma…
My friend Rosey has been hanging around my blog for eleven years and appeared in about one hundred and twenty stories. In case you’ve not met, she’s an eternal thirty-something, a bit ditzy, lives a fun-filled single life, works as a teacher’s assistant at a school for little people and is the life and soul of any event she turns up at, invited or not! She now has a blog of her own where I share her anecdotes. To join…
The Philosopher’s PatH – A Walking Trail in Kyoto Kyoto, once the imperial capital of Japan for almost 1000 years, is a beautiful city that is steeped in traditional Japanese culture. Even otherwise, as a symbol of modern Japan, that it is today, we felt strongly drawn to Kyoto, mainly for its ancient Buddhist temples, the zen gardens, the imperial palaces, the Shinto shrines, the very traditional wooden houses and some of the most unique long-standing traditions, such as…
basilica of st. francis: by rob Goldstein Adding on to Rob’s post here’s a little research I did about this historical structure from 1717. The settlement was named for St. Francis of Assisi, the founder of the Franciscan Order, but was also commonly known as “Mission Dolores” owing to the presence of a nearby creek named Arroyo de Nuestra Señora de los Dolores, meaning “Our Lady of Sorrows Creek.” Credits: Wikipedia. You can read more here. …
A village visit and Glimpses of A school: Tulika singh A few years ago while on a visit to my hometown my cousin suggested we go visit his farm/mango orchard a few kms from the city. The children were reluctant for no reason except that it was just easier to sit home in the AC glued to their gadgets rather than go exploring on a hot summer day. If you know the North Indian summer you might even sympathise with…
REKINDLE THE LIGHT WITHIN: CORINNE RODRIGUES Have you ever been at a place in life when everything that can possibly go wrong is happening? Have you reached a point in your life, when you feel that you’ve just about had enough? You’re hurtling down the road of despair and sorry. And you want to sneak away. Hide from life. Go somewhere quiet and lick your wounds. Vegetate even. You disconnect from people to protect yourself from further hurt.
Yes, Just like that we are turning 3. And the title of this post was inspired by Priya Bajpai’s thrilling fiction, from my second year’s blogiversary. Much like the previous two years, I’m kicking off the blogiversary celebrations with a bunch of guest posts on Fiction, Travel and Musings. It’s been a fascinating three years. Co-hosting #WordlessWednesday with Esha for 21 months now. Blogging like a women possessed The twists and turns of life, thrusting a forced hiatus upon me….