We do well to be confused about the significance of this holiday, since the romantic notions have little to do with Saint Valentine himself. Whoever he was.
be my Valentine(s)
Letters from Bharat; from mud to marble
Whenever we visit IBS, we are met by bright, positive, eager young men and women who want their lives, and the lives of their families, to be different. And better. There is poverty, yes. But there in no poverty mentality.
they are playing our song
We have fallen in and out of love a hundred times, and we have seen the peaks and the valleys, from the sublime to the ridiculous. And we always come back to that covenant we have made and kept.
Letters From Bharat: Oh, Calcutta
I wasn’t scared. I could easily have hailed a cab. I was just confused and wanted to find my way. On my own, if I could.
Letters From Bharat: Sherpa
I’m not sure we will ever all come together as Michael Jackson's song suggests. But I'm pretty sure young Chenju will never work on a tea farm.
the daysman 