As some of you know, I grew up in Bombay, back when it was a relatively small city of about eight million people. Crossing the road—any road—was both high adventure and low comedy—the kind that leaves you breathless, with an…

Last week, on one of those perfect summer mornings when the air is so clear it tastes like water, I was sitting on my deck with my eyes closed, soaking in the early morning peace. Waves murmured on the shore…

(A mostly tongue-in-cheek rant about Stuff.)

The silver BMW had been darting in and out of traffic, overtaking from the right, tail-gating. Without any warning, it cut in front of me. I jammed on my brakes to avoid ramming into…

It’s a cold, drizzly spring morning, here in the Pacific Northwest. The deck outside my window is strewn with soft white cherry-blossom petals, each one no bigger than the tip of my finger.

The old cherry tree that overhangs…

One morning this week, I found myself driving through one of those desolate areas that seem to squat in the heart of most inner-cities. It was a pewter-grey day, with lowering clouds in a heavy sky. I was on my…

All week I’ve felt this mixture of anticipation and dread, of raring to go and being stalled. One foot on the accelerator of my life, the other on the brake.

It’s a familiar feeling. And it always heralds some sort…

For much of the past week I’ve had a ‘flu virus that finally brought me to my knees, or at least to my bed, on Wednesday afternoon. I’ve felt it lurking about for quite some time—maybe three weeks now. It…

As you read this post, I invite you to explore: Where are the fault-lines in your life right now? The ones through which you fear falling into the unknown? What happens if you let yourself fall, knowing that you are…