It’s 6:30 on a Saturday evening and I’m sitting cross-legged on the couch of a dear friend in Chengalpet. Wearing my sari, I admire our friend Ammu as she prepares herself for the wedding that we will attend together. Ammu is decked in her favorite gold sari...
I’ve been given a new gaze on what it means to be mother and woman by the way they live their life – simple, and somehow all-embracing. And they take seriously this simplicity! ...
Before my arrival in India, I had a “perfect” image in my mind of what my mission was going to look like. How I thought the Indian people are, the way the food would taste, the things I knew I would struggle with, and the things I was sure would be easy for me....