The train entered Ghatkopar station. It was the first class ladies compartment of the 9.30 Thane local. I had my nose buried in Robin Sharma’s latest book. I felt, rather than saw, a girl take the seat opposite me. Suddenly I heard a joyful, “Oh it’s you!” and felt someone tap my hand to…
Read moreAre you really going to kill me?
(Reposted from my blog “The quill of the phoenix“. Written in response to the heartbreaking picture by photojournalist Osman Sangirli ) Are you really going to kill me? I really don’t want to die, I’d rather run through the grass And pretend that I can fly. Are you going to kill me? I really don’t…
Read moreWheelchair Wonderings
Our trip to Bali had been planned over a year ago. My daughters were insistent that a holiday was much needed. And it was true. I couldn’t remember the last time I really had a restful holiday that was just a holiday and didn’t have a wedding or an engagement attached to it; or for…
Read more50 strands of grey
I have lived 50 years on this earth and my hair is streaked with grey.
My mom says that the grey is wisdom that you get as you travel along life’s way.
So feeling pretty wise, I thought I’d share
A little bit of wisdom through these 50 strands of grey.