In the busyness and blur of my wedding day, apart from my husband’s ugly one-time mustache, there is one thing I remember so clearly. It was from the sermon that was preached at the service. The preacher spoke about making a home and about hospitality.
I have been in a state of survival for years now. Every time I start to get things under control (which is really an illusion, by the way) something upends my calm and hurtles me headlong back into chaos. Whether
“ . . . sit alone and keep silent . . . ” (Lamentations 3:28). This is probably the most difficult task to undertake in this day and age. Not the sitting alone part; that most of us are quite adept at
This has been a particularly difficult post to write in more ways than one. Even now, as I type these words, my mind seems to be swirling with so many disjointed thoughts; I doubt one post would suffice or do
Last month I bought a bedside lamp for myself. I picked out a lovely one made of wood and recycled paper with bamboos painted on it that glow with the warm light. “That’s the one I want”, I told the
A few years ago, my husband and I landed in Australia. We had left Delhi in the peak of winter in the month of January, and landed in South Australia in the peak of summer. Being born and brought up
You will instantly notice, if you’ve been around here at all, the new look and feel of the blog. One of our regular contributors, Christy, redesigned the logo to give this space a distinctly Indian feel. We are all swooning
Shoba* had a big sister she looked up to. After she hit puberty, celebrated in some cultures, she dropped out of school because her school did not have a clean washroom. She joined her big sister at her workplace. Asha* worked