Today, as I rush towards Delhi to catch my flight, I find myself noticing something beautiful along the way. Everywhere, there are daughters travelling back to their maika. Dressed in their finest, carrying little bags, perhaps some sweets, and that unmistakable excitement of going home. And suddenly, I realise… today is their day. Twice a… Read more

I think Last Christmas carries a nostalgia that never grows old.No matter how old you are,it takes you back to the first time you heard it.The first time you fell in love with it.And then you realise…how much life has happened in between.The same song.But a different you, every time. So many years.So many versions… Read more

A freezing day at Lake Tahoe—one foot in California, the other in Nevada, and my poor nose slowly turning into an ice cube!But with my babies, Matthew and Gauri, and our four-legged gang beside me, even the cold felt warm.We wandered through the forest with nowhere important to be and everything beautiful to notice.Four months… Read more

I’ve often wondered why so many eldest daughters become healers. They become the ones who instinctively hold families together, remember birthdays, call first after an argument, and quietly make sure no relationship drifts too far apart. It doesn’t matter how many siblings there are; if there’s an elder sister, chances are she’s still trying to… Read more

Yesterday, while we were honouring our senior doctors, I found myself drifting into a thought that wouldn’t leave me. Twenty… twenty-five years from now… that will be us. And somehow, that one thought humbled me. We live as though we’re permanent. As though money, power, position, or status make us different. But do they? In… Read more

Lately, I’ve been wondering… How many versions of us actually exist?Am I the same person with everyone I meet?Or does each person know a different version of me? And if that’s true… does anyone really know the real me? Sometimes I think we’re all a little bit of an enigma. Not because we’re hiding.But because… Read more

As I begin the journey back, I find myself gathering things… Not luggage…. Just memories…. I came not just to my hometown , but to the little girl I once was. As I climbed the temple steps and walked the familiar roads, I could almost see her again—ten years old, in her white Bata canvas… Read more

This evening, I stood watching a cluster of evening primrose buds. And then, almost as if someone had whispered a secret to them, they began to bloom. One after another… Petal after petal… Flower after flower… Within minutes, an entire patch had awakened. No applause. No audience. No announcement. Just nature performing one of its… Read more

I often wonder…how many years this old tree has stood here—silently watching. How many hurried footsteps have passed beneath its branches. How many love stories unfolded nearby. How many grief-stricken tears fell unnoticed into the earth below. How many little birds have woven fragile nests within its patient arms…returning season after season, trusting it to… Read more