On my 10th Diwali here, the fact that such a fabulous country, full of brilliant, enterprising, resourceful, family-minded, caring people seems suddenly less than welcoming is tragic…
Smile, each time? Nod one’s head? Pretend to have to check your phone, just as you cross them for the nth time? Avoid eye contact?
Oprah Winfrey's remark that "Running is the greatest metaphor for life" was so spot on this morning when running became a metaphor for India.
Being so old, guess what, you win things. Law of logic, really — there are not that many wrinkly people out running, so the competition is way less.
In a country which has a disproportionate number of desperately poor people, everyone I know certainly has Too Much Stuff
Why is game viewing in India so totally tiger-centric, to the exclusion of all else?
Sitting on a dusty platform in a dusty forest, with hens and tinsel around me, I wept and wept for my mother. In a way I hadn't in my own church, surrounded by my own icons.
With my mother's death, my "there" home is soon to be closed down and disposed off.
What other option is there, realistically?
The joys of winter in North India...
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