Outside my window it’s never the same— some mornings jasmine slaps the house, some mornings sorrow.
There is a word I overheard today, meaning lost not on a career path or across a floating bridge
Boketto—to stare out windows without purpose. Don’t laugh; it’s been too long since we leaned…
It’s a torenia for the tomato. A few days ago, it surprised me with two yellow flowers. It’s been tricky this tomato, almost an enigma. Just when I am about to give up, it grows a few new leaves, a stem, the promise of a bud. For a year now, it’s been showing these abruptContinue reading “I brought home a plant”
He’s no Pangolin, but just might be a shape-shifter. Each week, he changes stripes to teach some wildlife basics, call out the world governments and give voice to ecological concerns on Green Humour, his much-acclaimed cartoon strip. Mr Prakash Javadekar as the environment minister is a recurring visitor but the potshots aren’t limited to him.Continue reading “Some Green Humour with Rohan Chakravarty”
The one you have when you are walking on dusty roads, past overgrown trees and crumbling old houses. The one you have daydreaming as you wait for the water the boil so you can take a bath. The one you have when you prefer the simple dal-rice combo, cooked by the maid on the wood-fired stove.Continue reading “That earthy feeling”