A Child Was Washed Ashore Dead. A path through the shrine woods. A story I wrote in the sky. Dreamy sound of rain in June. Focused on the soft sound of rain. I was once sweet seven-teen. Let God be the judge of all things. Out for an evening walk. The soundless music of night. Too early for the lotus. 70 Years Ago, the War Ended.

Ghost Stories For The Wilderness Impaired. This night is full of gunshots. They only last a few seconds. The time it takes my hand. To feel your chest, inhale, exhale. I imagine your last breath. Sirens are heard, near. Of blue, red upon our bedroom wall. Here, we sleep between gunshots. I can hear your breaths. From your first until now.

Memories, Essays, and Stuff. I am a writer, nature-lover, casual photographer, dog mom and advocate of many creepy-crawly things. Then I met my Steve and we began filling our lives with dogs, antiques and awesome cameras.

A Mumbai sunrise at Sewri. An evening by Dal Lake , Dharamshala. Lonavala A gem in Maharashtra.

Love Our Islands, Save Our Seabirds.

Scrutinizing books, readers and bookstores. Why I Smiled When At Sedona. The Island of a Thousand Mirrors. Sound Tracks To My Everyday Life. Stories That We Tell Ourselves. Thinking of Ageing on a Summer Night.