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My granddaughter Emory, all of two, has discovered the wonder of water. Yes, that magical, glistening, splashy liquid that has

May 29, 2025

Every time I hit a pothole; I feel I’ve just had a close encounter with a badly behaved asteroid. It

May 28, 2025

There’s a sloshing sound in my shoes, and it isn’t spiritual joy. It’s water. Rainwater. Precious, holy, long-prayed-for, utterly annoying

May 27, 2025

It’s a strange word—surrender. One we don’t like to touch, let alone use. It feels like failure, doesn’t it? Like

May 26, 2025

Yesterday, I attended a memorial meeting of a man who spoke softly but left deep impressions—Mr. Noronha. Ninety-five years old.

May 25, 2025

Many years ago, I attended a healing service of Pastor Benny Hinn, watched a parade of crutches, walkers, and wheelchairs

May 24, 2025

So now we’re sending a delegation. Yes, a “Truth Team,” armed with PowerPoint presentations, handshakes, and Shashi Tharoor’s vocabulary, to

May 24, 2025

Some years ago, I had the privilege—or perhaps the irony—of being accommodated in a guest house inside the Rashtrapati Bhavan

May 22, 2025

The AC in my bedroom conked out in the middle of the night. Not sputtered. Not whimpered. It just gave

May 21, 2025

So, I read the news today, and lo and behold—our honourable Supreme Court had taken suo motu action. Yes, that

May 20, 2025

Two speeches. One I was invited to give. The other, I invited myself to speak at. Both occasions ended with

May 19, 2025

It’s a strange feeling, this thing called goodbye. Not the kind you say at airports—those are often filled with soggy

May 18, 2025

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