BLOGS

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…

SUFFERING IS SACRED…because it is holiness at work. Today marks the 28th death anniversary of my daughter Yogita. Among the many lessons I learnt from…

“I thought I was becoming an idealist.Turns out, I’m becoming clear.”Lately I’ve noticed this: I expect people to be on time, honest, to keep their…

Yes, I gloat. “Appa,” my daughter said the other evening, “you make every conversation about yourself.”I looked up from my book, surprised. “What do you…

Lost in Paris: How I Asked Parisians for “Terrasse” instead of “Their Ass” It’s hard to imagine now, in the era of smartphones and GPS,…