She was an old woman, a regular visitor with a pot tucked beneath her arm and another balanced on her head. A dusky skin clung to the few remaining bones that aging had spared. A white saree brushed her knees, while her walking stick carried a hunch much like her weary back. Her shrill voice Read more…

Why We Spend So Much Time Running Away From Sadness Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. Carl Jung A few years ago, I came across an old family photograph that had been tucked away in Read more…