Every Friday, I head to office. The 'office' is a string of rooms housed in the St. John of God at Stillorgan. Every Friday, I make certain to meet and greet a number of trees. On my way, I meet a number of red horse chestnut trees. In spring, they were a chandelier of conical … Continue reading At St. John of God, a tree wears a new coat
This past week, I got my first podcasting experience. No, I did not create a podcast, but I appeared on one. I spoke with Eisha - a media professional who works with different mediums - about storytelling, helping other people tell their stories, and we also meandered on topics like grief and guilt. I admit, … Continue reading The Write Creed E24: Slow journalism, mental health, adoption and grief in The Good Story Project with Prerna Shah
A lot of us find ourselves turning to food, not just during the long hours of isolation during the pandemic lockdowns, but also as a part of our …‘Sharing’ a meal – cooking adventures, recipes, and feasts on Facebook food groups
What do I miss when I am away from India? Is it the sight of silver anklets laden feet, or the sound of the pressure cooker whistling away in its morning glory? Or the neighbourhood night-watchman's call and tap of jagte raho, keep awake, keep vigilant? Or the melodious music of the koels or the cawing of the crows? I miss all of these and more, for nostalgia is like sugar, sweetening every little thing.
My father always carried a photograph of Mahatma Gandhi in his wallet. It was a cut-out from a newspaper article, the size of a small square stamp. My father believed that Gandhi's life and his message helped him to be a better doctor and human being.
Some really simple things can so easily be overlooked. I went to buy some mangoes whilst I was in Baroda, India, this year. And what do I see? A squirrel who had a home of its own. Made me love my hometown just a little more.
It's really fascinating how memory works - how something reminds you of an incident that dates back to a decade or more, how a seemingly random event can trigger an avalanche of memories from long ago. Take for instance what happened yesterday. We had been to an Indian store in Dublin, a store called Ingredients. … Continue reading A crate of something cool
Is so powerful. And so uplifting. It's beautiful to be able to give and receive kindness and that is what I am going to write about today. Yesterday, we went shopping for an umbrella. We ventured a bit further away from where we are currently placed (Sandyford) - to a shopping mall in Blackrock. On … Continue reading A little bit of kindness
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
The Banyan tree and other stories 