The Inner Lives of Children
Yesterday morning, 4-year old Lakshi woke early. The sun was streaming into the room she shares with her parents and older brother and a photo I had taken of them three years earlier – [...]
A Walking, Talking Festival
“The house is so quiet,” Sarita said sadly, as I returned from the airport where I had gone to see Nutan off. We had looked forward to her visit for months and now – in a flash [...]
Loving Hands At Home
People in wheelchairs are acutely conscious of their elbows. Those who push them from one room to another should be too. Sadly, they aren’t. So bruises, bumps and scrapes are pretty [...]