29Aug 2015

After he realized he wasn’t cut out to be a priest (that’s a whole different story, for a very different day), my father decided to open a bookstore. And he tried bravely to make a go of it. But selling things just didn’t seem to be in his DNA. After they (my mother had arrived Continue Reading →

27Aug 2015

My Dad died on August 1st. Death has all sorts of approaches. It hits you like a tidal wave the moment it happens, then sucks you down like quicksand as you meet other people who loved him too. It lulls you into forgetfulness and then punches you in the stomach when you open the fridge Continue Reading →

23Jul 2015

Three days ago, I posted here about my fight to become Moy Moy’s legal guardian. As a foreigner, I am, it appears, ineligible under Indian law, in spite of being Moy Moy’s mother and her fiercest champion. My story was widely shared – on facebook, Twitter and the online news magazine: The Wire. Many, many people commented, Continue Reading →

20Jul 2015

On Thursday I attended a meeting at the Dehradun District Magistrate’s office. As one of the city’s prominent organizations for people with disability, we were asked to be present at a session to decide on guardianships for a number of adults with mental handicaps. By law in India, a person over 18 with a mental Continue Reading →

05Jul 2015

“If you never have, you should. These things are fun and fun is good.” ~ Dr Seuss One of the questions we are so often asked at Latika Vihar and Karuna Vihar is “Don’t you ever teach the children? All they seem to do is to play.” It’s so hard to convince parents that when Continue Reading →

19Jun 2015

Everywhere I go, I hear the same thing: “We can’t find staff. Where are all the good people, the qualified people, the people who can write, think creatively, analyze?” It’s the same all over the country – at least in the voluntary sector. The corporate sector, of course, has it a bit easier. With fat Continue Reading →

14Feb 2015

After 22 days of working non-stop (for three weekends in a row, I attended conferences every Saturday, every Sunday) I thought it was time for a break. I took  a day off. I called it a Mental Health Day and I didn’t go to work. What a treat. I love my job, my office, my Continue Reading →

11Feb 2015

This essay first appeared in Commonweal Magazine. Last week I held a writing workshop for some of my young colleagues in the Foundation. Although fluent in spoken English, they struggle to get their thoughts and ideas on paper. One reason they find it hard is their preference for the passive voice. Sentences written in the Continue Reading →

10Feb 2015

I saw this woman at a conference in Delhi last weekend. I was pretty sure I knew her, but I couldn’t be positive. She looked so familiar, yet something was different. I took her photo (I was photographing everyone, so it wasn’t that weird) and studied it until finally it dawned on me: It was Continue Reading →