We didn't know exactly where we were, but the main entrance was nowhere in sight. We located an opening in the fence, running along the perimeter of the complex. A narrow dusty path lay between the thick stone walls, and the fence along the main road.
She had been uprooted from her home, decorated to highlight her appealing petals, and given away to indifferent people. In her new 'home', she sat quietly in a corner, waiting to be noticed. Her new family did not appreciate her. They had seen many more like her, and like all the others, she would be… Continue reading The Bouquet
Everyone loves mangoes - have it fresh, in pickles, chutneys, salads, shakes, juices, puddings... Even designers love them. The mango motif lends itself to endless adaptations, and can be embellished on almost everything. But the leaves of this tree often do not get the same sort of limelight. Mango leaves are considered sacred, and are… Continue reading Mango Leaves
At the beginning of the week, I thought I would try my hand at this week's writing challenge... I've been wanting to write about my favourite author for such a long time. But it's been a rather busy week... Perhaps I'll write about that some other time. For now, I present to you... Mr Bond,… Continue reading In Search Of A Voice
Today is Teachers' Day in India - in honour of Dr S Radhakrishnan. In the small primary school that my mother volunteers, the children come from poor* families, and are often ill behaved. While most of the other teachers resort to beating the children into being quiet, she doesn't believe in beating the kids. As a… Continue reading Teacher’s Day Out