Our newest project, Gubbara, is housed in the government run Doon Hospital.  Government Hospitals are famous for being dreary and grey: long dark corridors with stone floors, walls covered in posters with huge amounts of text so small that [...]

A few years ago, my children and I were the “last straw” in someone else’s life. This friend had endured a series of calamities in her family and we arrived with ours at precisely the wrong moment. Circumstances were such that [...]

I love doing laundry. I enjoy sorting the clothes by color and fabric, choosing the water temperature and pushing all the machine’s buttons. (For many years, we washed clothes by hand. I did not enjoy that. Nothing like a washing machine [...]

This morning an elderly neighbor called to ask if I could help her find a new maidservant, someone to wash the floors and do the dishes. The old one, she said, had been stealing from her. A gold chain here, a pair of earrings there. “You [...]

After my mother died, my sister Lucy kept discovering interesting things she had left behind. One of the most fascinating was a do-it-yourself autobiography which someone must have given her (it was definitely not something she would have bought [...]

On this day of turmoil and revenge, I thought it would be nice to remember the joys of childhood and innocence.  One of the questions we are so often asked at Latika and Karuna Vihar is “Don’t you ever teach the children? All [...]

“Well, who’s behind the anti-corruption bill?” she said. “I have friends in Allahabad who say that Prashant and Shanti Bhushan aren’t quite as clean as they make themselves out to be.” I don’t quite know [...]