Love Story
I write this just after getting off the phone speaking to a dear friend. He is helping with the relief effort in Kerala. The magnitude of the calamity does not lend itself to easy estimation of the time or cost of...
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My dad’s jail term
My dad died of Parkinson’s disease. It is a cruel disease where all your mental faculties are alive but you can’t move a single muscle. Hands, legs, hips, tongue, eyes..! There were spasms of time, when medicines would unfreeze his...
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Our Lives and Change
At home in Madurai, I saw Viji, our household help and an integral part of the family, in more ways than one, at work. It was a fine morning and she was cleaning up and the porch and drawing a 'kolam'....
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Our Work is Learning- Edition 2
I write this sitting in a dusty village in the deep south. With the sleepy quiet vibe of the village for company and the full moon shining without a strain and the internet connectivity working like a charm. I am...
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