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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 the …

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