Grace
Once upon a time I trusted my Mind and Body entirely, to carry me through every challenge. To have me secure a place in Medical School and then find a…
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Oh! To be fully expressed.
“In the early days after our daughter left us, I used to sit on the floor with a big white chart paper in front of me and five huge cans…
Love among survivors is different.
Last month, we hosted our first residential retreat on the serene and secluded Talpona beach in South Goa. Seven parents travelled from the US and the UK to India to…
Don’t chase the horizon.
There is nowhere else to go. Here, I am already where I am meant to be. I can’t rush it, push it, cut it short or bypass it. This ache.…
Murmurations
Photo Credit: Daniel Biber from Hilzingen, Germany.
Nothing positive
“I don’t want anything positive to come out of my son’s death.” He was adamant. Such a tragedy was nothing but that, an abject dark tragedy. The end of the…
Humilitas
A landslide of rejection letters arrived in my inbox. It had taken me only seven years to write my memoir that will not sell, they said. Only celebrity memoirs sell,…
What I love about the heart.
(Courtesy: https://intentionalpeersupport.org) “What I love about the heart is that it’s capable of breaking in infinite ways; may we never live long enough to experience all of them, but may…
Stillness + Movement
The trunk of the big Sacred Fig tree stands still while its branches and leaves dance in the strong breeze. Is it really still? Food and water from the soil…
Somebody to Nobody to Everybody
Somebody to Nobody to Everybody Before my son was born, I felt like I was somebody. Somebody of significance. A young doctor with dreams. When he came along, I became…
Searching Greens
Searching Greens Blue + Yellow = Green. Primary school stuff. I am no painter but recently YouTube prompted me, “Open your box of water colours and check it out. Create…
Asking beautiful questions.
“Will I get through my To-do list today?” For years, I woke up to the cacophony of an alarm clock, my heart racing in response to this inane question, a…
What are the words that I long to hear?
What if I said them to myself? I am here for you. I will not let you down. I am sorry you’re hurting so much. Even though, sometimes you go…
Are you listening?
‘I was sent away to live with my grandma when my youngest sister was to be born. I was three and a half then. I stayed with my grandma till…
The power of being witnessed
To bear witness is to see something happen. It sounds like an inert and passive process but it has the potential to transform lives. Even though witnessing does not seem…