Of Samosas Stale and Fresh
A plate of samosas sits in front of me. Steam coils in wisps above the coffee cup dissipating into nothingness. Nursery rhymes play on a … Read more
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What Nature Taught Me About Making Homes Wherever You Go
I grew up in a desert country, Oman, where I would pretend that the flowers I saw in gardens were primroses I read about in … Read more
Photo Essay: Flower Memories & The Language Of Fallen Petals
It is spring in Delhi. I see a tree top feathered with pink flowers from my window; the other day, a rain-storm neatly plucked the … Read more
