As a part of training program at India fellow, I got an opportunity to visit...
Encountered With The Reality in a Village
With a lot of zeal, a cheerful heart and an inquisitive soul, I headed to a...
A Day Spent Without Questioning
I have been in rural parts of India before. But this time, the experience was...
When I Met Tulsi In A Parallel World
"Let me make roti and rabadi for you", said Tulsi. All at once, my image of an...
Looking Back and Ahead – From Mizoram To Rajasthan
Having spent my early childhood in a small village of Kamalanagar in Chawngte,...
Life, And The Patterns in Which it Unfolds
Today, I have a little too much of motivation to wake up, dress up, show up in...
Opening New Doors to Reach a Common Ground
On a rainy morning in Udaipur, a week into the India Fellow training, I found...
Plato And Cave – Valuable Lessons From The Allegory
In The Republic by Plato, he analyses a story of a group of people born and...
His Swing
Dear Chris, Do you remember when you were a child and you would play on the swings? At first it would be a struggle; scraping your feet on the ground, leaning backwards and forwards to gain momentum, throwing your weight around to defy gravity. And that feeling you...
A Chipped Shell
Fields - some growing, some unplanted still - dotted the innards and extremities of a place content with a certain image of itself, and yet, paradoxically, fighting against it. Houses - whole and strong - were an anachronism in concrete among the dusty, windswept...