This gorgeous spot is one of my happy places on my son’s campus. I remember the first time I saw the expanse of green, moist after the rain when the sun just broke out of the clouds. The two trees you see behind the bench were just young ‘uns when I first saw them and have grown over the years. The bench is a recent addition. As one skirts this lawn of sorts and views it from the road that…
I was probably five years old when our joint family of 30+ members slowly started dispersing. Marriages, new jobs, job transfers—all the usual things. We lived in Mumbai. My Grandmother’s brothers…
I bet each one of you has an umbrella story (or several) to tell. My first memory of an umbrella is probably from the time I was five–or younger–huddling under a…
It happened in 1982. Most of you reading this were probably not even born (couldn’t resist that—what with most people addressing me as anything but Vidya these days *evil grin*) I…
I love the words update and upgrade. Probably because they usher in a freshness, something better than before. Like most people, I like to ensure that it is planned. Why? Mostly…
I was upset yesterday after a conversation with my uncle. He’s in his seventies and my aunt is in her sixties. Both have health issues and must take medications on a…
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…
