live

The good part of staying in a tent is the seeming ease of sky. The sky is invisible and yet just out there. If you need to get a view of the stars you just have to ‘roll out’. As we stayed in the tent in the mountains it was clear, what mattered most was where we pitched our tent.

As our journeys roll on, we pitch our tents at different places. New places. Under the same blue sky.

The sky after all is our big blue tent!

After much is said and more is done, you hear an anecdote from the past. Fresh and sprightly.

That’s when it strikes you that even much is said and done, more remains unsaid. Tiny moments wrapped in raw emotion that will tower memory stacks. Ready to light up a dull day.

Even after people are gone, they stay. It is a story of how they loved and lived.

(at Powai)