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The Quality of a Raindrop

It was depressingly grey all day today, in Hyderabad, with a persistent rain that fell on and off with varying degrees of intensity throughout the daylight hours.  At first I was joyful, almost jubilant, donning my long lost cardigan that I had left behind on my first...

The Goddess in me?

Outside my window there is a kite. Not the kind of kite that is tied by a string, but the kind that is tied by its nature. It circles, it swoops, it glides and it rests and then it begins again. I have no idea if it hopes or if it dreams or if it feels compassion, for...

Iron Man

I’ve mentioned before that one of the clinching factors for me coming to India was that I would get a maid and potentially never have to cook or wash dishes again, unless I really wanted to! I assumed that included ironing as well, but I didn’t dwell on it...

Friendship

I can probably count the number of close, trusted friends I have had in my life, on two hands. Although small in number, their influence on me has been huge, immeasurable. My first friend was that boy, the son of some close family friends, then my cousins. Later, came...

Oh, Coconuts!

Before coming to India, I had begun to question my identity. I had always taken for granted that I was British. I love hot buttered scones and a cup of tea with only a drop of milk. I loved Bob Holness on Blockbusters. I know nothing of Bhangra and one of my favourite...