I just turned 63. It’s the sort of milestone that makes you look in the mirror and want to say, “Well, I’ve aged reasonably well.” While my body has been aging, my attic has been growing. Somewhere between my thirties and now, my home has become a sort of reluctant museum,…
Vidya Sury, Collecting Smiles
There is something quietly powerful about sitting down with a blank canvas, a set of colored pencils, or a ball of yarn. The world keeps spinning, emails keep arriving, and the to-do list stays long. But for a short window, none of it matters. Your hands are busy. Your mind follows.…
I opened my closet today–the one where I keep my saris–and could not stop crying. I think it must have been the nostalgia of hours of talking with my friend when I visited her in New Jersey a few weeks back. We were lost in conversations about “those” days. We first…
I woke up this morning and lit the lamp, and had my conversation with the divine as usual. As I sat with my tumbler of coffee, warming my hands and waiting for my son’s call, my mind rolled back to decades ago when Diwali was a big deal at home. Oh,…
A cozy interior is rarely created by softness alone. Plush upholstery, warm lighting and layered textiles may establish comfort, but the rooms people remember often contain something more personal. Art plays an unusually important role because it gives a space character without requiring another piece of furniture or a major renovation.…







