Month: January 2011

For just a moment, late at night as I was getting ready for bed – the air smelled and felt exactly like a mid-winter night

"Oh, I'm sorry. Excuse me. Pardon me. Really? Right into me? Okay, fine…" This what I say to the cows as I walk down the

"My first thought was, "Oh, shit – it's Kathmandu Lite!" From the crowds of hungry taxi drivers outside the train station, ready to pounce tothe

Just like the train services, there are no bells or whistles when an Indian train is about to start its journey. One minute you’re still

It feels instantly far away. Writing in a noisy Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf in Mumbai where we are working and killing time until our

“There’s poopie on my pillow!” Emily said. In my best estimate from my tropical past, it was gecko dropping – typically characterized by the attached

“How’s your speed?” “I’m a little slow. You?” “Mine was slow but now it’s better. What are we going to do about my live session

“Ring around the Rosie, pocket full of posies, asha, pusha, all fall down….” Apparently, this is the Indian version of the nursery rhyme. The teenage

Like Anita and Nathan, Abby and Nancy showed up looking for lodging. Until recently, I had forgotten that people do that. But there they were,

Sometimes I forget about the power of language. Odd for someone who writes for a living. At Keraleeyam more than any other place, we’ve made