“It smells like agarbatti and wood”

“It smells like agarbatti and wood”, she said. One of the earliest mythology books I bought was Myth = Mithya by Devdutt Pattnaik. Since then, I’ve wandered into Indian philosophy and her old sciences by various authors, Indian and foreign. Those old sciences and arts still exist although what we get is the pop packaged… Read More

“Trees fall with spectacular crashes…”

“Trees fall with spectacular crashes. But planting is silent and growth is invisible.” I read these beautiful lines in one of the stories from The Overstory. Trees have been my friends for a while now. My first memory of them is of a grand old Eucalyptus tree outside a church in the middle East. It… Read More