Words. The lullaby that puts me to sleep Marijuana showing me fantasy lands Harbinger of illusions And of cruel mental moulds The mother of fears and hopelessness A jailer holding … read more.

Dear Daughter,

This letter is not written by me. My daughter Anusha wrote this during the early part of 2012, just after she had resigned her job with Times of India and … read more.

About Adding a New Page

As I open the Soulful Growing ‘Posts’ page to enter my first Blog, what stares at me from the top of the page is “Add New Page.” Not having come to this Blog … read more.