There is no getting away from the Mumbai Metro project. It seems as if the entire city is under seige

This was written a few months ago. The empty roads, the silences of the past month are so eerie that

A post on my facebook cross-stitch group and the tea roses blooming at my kitchen window were the catalysts for

Memories of monsoon… The balcony regulars were suffering the effects of a delayed monsoon, like the rest of us. The

A shameless attempt at garnering sympathy in an earlier piece elicited only a good hard kick in the butt. Apparently,

When they both lay asleep, separated for the first time in fifty five years. She on a state of the