As you might have noticed, over the past few weeks I’ve either been completely silent or been actively posting stuff that inspires me. Over the last month, my husband and I have had the pleasure of having my parents spending a holiday ‘with’ us, which turned out to be a…
In continuation of my post yesterday on a God-with-skin (also my post last year on the same subject), here’s another one of my favorite stories: High in the mountains was a monastery that had once been known throughout the world. Its monks were pious, its students were enthusiastic. The chants…
My two friends Indian Homemaker and Vidya Sury with their recent posts stirred my memory to recall of one of my favorite Tagore poems. Leave this chanting and singing and telling of beads! Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut?…