The alarm rang at 3:45 and I got up almost immediately, pretending I was Ravi, for whom such unearthly risings are second nature. I had copied his night-before rituals, too: clothes neatly laid out in the bathroom, bags packed and standing by [...]

A few years ago, my mother noticed me shivering. It was a cool May evening in New Hampshire and I had only recently arrived from India where, having lived for over 25 years, my blood had thinned and my tolerance for cold had evaporated. Mom [...]

This is the road to the Foundation.  Left at the pile of dirt, carefully round the dead tree behind it (avoiding the gaping pit the mound is evidence of), circle the stack of bricks, duck under the low hanging lichee tree branches and [...]

I know there is a lot to look at in this picture, but I’d like to draw your attention to the shoes. You can’t see Sumita’s or Neha’s, but you can safely assume they are in the same neighborhood as mine. You can’t [...]

Our senior staff meets once a week, almost religiously, almost like clock-work. We call ourselves the Core Group and we’ve been doing this for the past fifteen years. This week, we met at the construction site for the new Early [...]

  Like everyone else in the field of disability in India, I’ve been waiting eagerly yet with trepidation for the Census takers to come to my house. Getting the number of people with disability right is so vital for so many reasons. I [...]

How many times have I felt like this? That could be Moy Moy: peacefully asleep in my arms, oblivious to all, secure in the knowledge that Mom is there, that Mom has everything under control and I am safe. And that could be me: pensive, [...]