An empty primary school classroom with wooden desks and a long blackboard. The board carries place value sums, a dictation list of Southeast Asian place names, science and social studies words, and an attendance count of twenty pupils.

They Placed Me. A Teachers Day Note.

A subject is a door. Open one for a ten year old and you have not handed over a topic, you have handed over a world, and nobody ever closes it again. A note on Teachers Day, where it came from, and three teachers who placed me somewhere I had not thought to stand.
Green municipal waste bins on a street, a quiet reminder of what happens after someone decides to act

The Quiet Ones

Two wonderful people. Two quiet habits. No announcements, no posts, no applause. Just the thing, done. This is what sustainable living in India actually looks like.

Win or Die: Notes from a Noisy Nation

India’s Progress: Poverty Fell While the Doomsday Clock Ticked Closer

Drum Beats

Handcrafted

Clouds Of Japan

Coffee and Conversations: Wisdom in Every Sip

Chaos, Order, and the Mind’s Eye

Where Does the Sea Begin? A Child’s Questions at Marine Drive