My phone dings as I walk, interrupting the mellifluous voice of M.S. Subbulakshmi. I ignore the sound and continue walking.
In a couple of days, all of the social media will be abuzz with recipes, food pictures, and gratitude lists.
I woke up this morning feeling incredibly rested. The clock showed 5:00 AM, far too early to be up on
Messages of thanks abound in the world that I inhabit. My facebook feed is filled with them. My children bring
Tis that time of the year again when air waves abound with talk of gratitude. Of thankfulness. Every year as
“What are you thankful for?” “Family” says Ammu. “Turkey” says Pattu and runs away with an impish smile. I look
Gentle snowflakes fall outside. Memories of my dad who passed away 6 years back swirl in my head. Just the
I know little behind the history of Thanksgiving apart from the story making rounds on Nick Jr. Yet, the idea