Last week I shared the photographs from An Afternoon of Pearls that resulted from an itch to do something creative involving photography thus preventing us
Last week I shared the photographs from An Afternoon of Pearls that resulted from an itch to do something creative involving photography thus preventing us
I am not one for self-portraits (sorry, I hate the word selfie and insist on calling a spade a spade!) and don’t have a very
There as a time not too long ago when the socially accepted norm for greeting one another was How are you? How have you been?
As I watch through my kitchen window, leaves chasing each other in ever decreasing circles before being abruptly and unceremoniously dropped on a whim, I
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the
The past 22 years have simply flown by in the blink of an eye. Motherhood began for me on March 12, 1998 in New Delhi,