If you come across people who radiate love, who live authentically, without labels, without pretense, without hate in their hearts, hold those people close.
It was only a few days later that I would see my mother for the last time, gasping for breath, hooked up to machines. My sister was there. And she had a friend with her, a co-worker who neither I nor my mother had ever met. As I sat bedside with my mother, holding her hand, this stranger tells ...
Don’t bring yourself to India, find yourself here. Too many times I’ve seen those who come here and intend, plan, determine, or vow. It’s a waste of time. Let your Indian self be found here, and let your western self highlight it: don’t try and westernize everything. Just flow.