Rest in peace Papa, it’s been an honour
There are no rivers that we have not crossed in our imaginations
For us – it’s relief, delight and a reminder to take care
Clothing is different from purses and jewellery. It grows older less gracefully
There are many people in India who still believe that firecrackers should not be banned
What will become of my oak tree long after I am gone?
It’s absolutely wrenching every time I need to run to the hand soap
Twitter and Facebook may add to the noise but they interfere with my life
Time spent in braving the elements to sail paper boats in little streams is memorable
A moment that lasted just for a split second stopped me in my tracks
It must made from fresh ground rice and not with any ready-made mixture
I plant bulbs as deeply as tulips to try to thwart the squirrels
Social isolation, and video chats, are renewing attention to the art of the shelf
Nothing says peak 2020 like donating antibodies but there is joy, hope and relief
We can colour the canvas bright or paint it in various shades of gloom
Every word is counted and weighed, every action is perfected and undone in equal measures
