“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
Kitchen windows
Recently, I sat at a kitchen table of a woman I had never met before. My mother’s friend, let’s call her V, is her walking companion most mornings. They go shopping together and have an easy camaraderie which reminds me of the friendship of little girls. Now V aunty (since aunty is the necessary blanket… Read More
