Almost always, the most wonderful things are made by small people in small places who, trembling with fear down to their very marrow, decide to step out of their own patterns and choose, with great courage, to make brave decisions. Story of the inner child. Yesterday, for the first time, I read something of my own out loud in front of more than 4 people, and the challenging part wasn’t reading something I had written, but doing it in front of 50 people, with a huge spotlight

On the second day, we had breakfast on the terrace of the Guesthouse , from where we could see the river. The fabric of saris drying in...

I left Varanasi. I didn’t want to leave. I said it many times.The universe heard me. I almost missed my train. Three hours before my...