Gratitude

The last morning of a journey has its own weather. Suitcases gape like open mouths. The room that held your sleep for a week suddenly belongs to no one. Most…

The train from Rishikesh to Haridwar rattled through the dusk. I reached for the small cloth-bound notebook in my bag's outer pocket — not to record temples visited or miles…

Gratitude arrives differently when you are far from home. At home, it can become a habit of convenience — a quick note in a journal, a whispered thank-you before sleep.…