This was my India
This second wave was supposed to be over by now. Instead, it’s getting worse, and worse still is predicted. Sad, sad, sad. And scary. More and more, I feel the […]
Category Archives: City life
Duranceville
We are in the city and going into lockdown. The word that pops into my head all the time is “Duranceville”. I have no idea where I first met the […]
Earth Day song: Make the planet bloom again
A year ago, when the first Covid wave hit us, people were all going on about how nature was retaliating, and how humans were going to learn not to abuse […]
Hum ek hain
This is old news now, but I’ve had no time to post. In my recent Bangalore stint (or shall I say stink, both are equally appropriate), I got mixed up […]
Is scale all- important?
I’ve talked before, in my post on Green Warriors, of the loneliness of trying to do the right thing on your own. In an effort to scale up a little, […]
Gandhiji and the gym
Like most Indians growing up in the 60s, I was taken to see and cry buckets over ‘Satyameva Jayate’, a movie which ended with the assassination of Mahatma Gandhi. I […]
Where’s the joy?
From June to August end my husband has agreed to teach a course at his old institute. In our thirty-five years of married life, we have always functioned as a […]
