Year: 2026

For centuries, we’ve laughed at the fox who couldn’t reach the grapes and walked away saying, “They were probably sour anyway.” We call it rationalization….

Forty-six years ago today, my father, N Ranga Rao, passed away. He died holding my hand. The sound of his last breath—a long, heavy exhalation—still…

Summer arrived in the evenings—a mix of temple incense and Cliff Richard, the sweetness of Panchamruta, and the steady, barefoot rhythm of my grandmother’s footsteps…

I spent 55 years trying to become a butterfly—only to realize that the caterpillar was happier all along.At 55, I was offered the “dream” board…