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  • NESTLED amid the verdant landscape of Palakkad, Kerala, an ayurvedic healing village is more than just a wellness retreat; it’s a sanctuary for the soul. Located just 90 km from Coimbatore, this tranquil oasis provided us — a group of...

  • AS an MA student in the early 1980s, I used to commute by bus from Malerkotla to Nabha. A concessional bus pass for students was issued by the authorities. It cost me just Rs 27 for a three-month period. We,...

  • THE other day, my friend’s granddaughter visited us. She was cajoled into reciting a nursery rhyme. She recited ‘Baa, Baa, Black Sheep’, which includes the line, ‘Yes sir, yes sir’. It made me think that many of us say ‘sir’...

  • Birds and animals have an amazing quality of being ‘in the moment’. A glimpse into their life not only delights and rejuvenates us but also inspires and educates. The truth dawned upon me while I was staying in Birmingham. The...

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    THE monsoon season morphed Shoghi into a mystical realm. Hills were shrouded in clouds, their peaks barely visible through the thick, rolling mist. Pine trees glistened with raindrops, and the earthy scent of wet soil filled the air. Streams swelled...

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    WEEKENDS in the early 1970s were tough in our home. Even at 7 am, six children would be wriggling under blankets, pretending to sleep and dreading the morning routine. We lived in Thoothukudi in the southern part of Tamil Nadu,...

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    THE other day, I watched a television programme on interiors in which the owner of a palatial house drooled over his expensive Picasso original. As the programme came to an end, it occurred to me that I, too, had a...

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    ON weekdays, my grandmother would stand at the window of our house at 1 pm sharp, keeping her eyes planted on the road unblinkingly. That was the time when famished schoolkids were rushing home. Whether her great-grandchildren — my daughter...

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    MY alma mater is a school founded by Yadavindra Singh, then Maharaja of Patiala, which was the largest princely state in Punjab at the time of Independence. As the chancellor of the Chamber of Princes comprising 565 states, the Maharaja...

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    LEAFING through one of my old diaries, I stopped at a page marked with a red asterisk. It was the last day of October 1984. I was posted at an obscure village, Bhutti, in the interior of Himachal Pradesh. A...

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    LIFE is stranger than fiction. A few years ago, I was in Kolhapur (Maharashtra), where there was an eatery near Shivaji University. A woman in her early seventies ran that joint. The lineaments of her face suggested that she may...

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    THE way spellings are getting mutilated and phrases are being reduced to acronyms on instant messaging platforms would make Wren and Martin purists agonise over the thousand cuts their beloved English is facing daily. The first wave saw shortening of...

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    IT was baffling. Every now and then, the doorbell would ring. There would be a delivery boy at the door, either to deliver something or pick up a return. From daily-use items to fancy products, perishables like milk and vegetables...

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