In a world obsessed with counting calories and clocking active steps in a day, it’s so easy to succumb to measuring progress (and invariably success) with numbers. Being a compulsive planner and do-er, I sometimes find myself trapped in my own wispy web of dates, targets and deadlines – treading slowly so as to not undo the sheer magnificence of the warp and weft of the web. And as exhilarating as it is to smash the goals straight out month after month when in a state of flow, the ebb can then be equally dissuading.  It’s almost second nature to co-relate success with an accomplishment ..read more

It was the onset of monsoon. The sweet smell of petrichor enveloped the air around. It only helped that we stayed on the ground floor of the building and the first showers meant that you could hear the closely planted line of trees in the building opposite our bedroom, swishing and swooshing to the orchestrated tunes of thunder, loud and clear. I would spend hours clinging to the window grills watching this rather elaborate performance they’d been practising in secret for almost a year. Those were also the days when it was not too rare to hear the frogs croaking in this season or spot a bunch ..read more