The Gujis

Sleety rain is pelting down on our tin roofs, filling the rainwater catchment tanks. The tops of the tallest deodars almost reach the snow line. The applewood fires have been burning all day, since our guests got themselves up and re-lit the fire in the living room, which they made theirs over the last couple … Continue reading The Gujis



At the age of 57, I find myself at a kind of mega-crossroads. Crossroads come and go, but here I am with very clear memories of my grandparents – what seems almost just the other day, in the sense that the sounds of the push-mower blades clipping round and the effort it took to shove … Continue reading Crossroads