A deeply reflective journey into the magic realism in childhood memories. Discover how the haunting nostalgia of a chandan tree and magnolia blooms can shape our adult lives. As I sit on the wooden stool in my high rise balcony surrounded by earthen pots overflowing with jasmine and kamini and roses that I tend with an obsessive devotion the concrete city below begins to fade into a quiet hum. I am not truly sitting on that slab suspended above the roaring traffic. I have transported my spirit into the lush emerald gardens of my youth doing all this delicate gardening…
Tea Party Those who read my blog already know I have a tea enthusiast brother. My younger brother Mishael loves tea, he is the tea connoisseur. On his last birthday I was thinking for a surprise treat, A Tea Party. Tea sounded to be the best theme for him. I did everything related to tea. It wasn’t a very big party, rather a party of 8 people. Hence decorating a center table seemed too ambitious, for which I settled for trolley. Crochet mats, ribbons, buntings, flowers came handy for decorating the little space. …
A reflective exploration of aromatherapy for sleep and how scent gently guides the body back into dream, rest, and inner stillness. There was a time when sleep came like rain—uninvited, effortless, and complete. One could lie down anywhere, at any hour, and slip quietly into a dream without negotiation. These days, it feels different. The body hesitates. The mind lingers. You may notice how, once a familiar bedtime is missed, sleep does not return easily. It waits at a distance, as if asking for a gentler invitation. In these moments, the word dream begins to feel less like something that…











