ANOU’S BLOG
dare to reach out….
I often find myself browsing through the mass of photographs that sit on my computer. I do that when I am troubled and in search of answers to questions that seem insuperable and overwhelming. I do it when I feel my spirits sagging and am in need of that extra fillip....
we are the dancers, we create the dreams
"We dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, we dance for screams, we are the dancers, we create the dreams."I must confess to the fact that the idea of our new project, one that still has not found its real...
mea culpa
I talk too much and mostly about project why. This is the buzz doing the rounds. I guess it is a valid one.Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa!Yet, I guess my grey hair and my over half a century on this earth give me the right to explain the reasons for what may...
Looking ahead
It is time to look ahead ... easier said than done particularly at a time when our vision has been clouded by recent events, and our dreams obscured by the weight of unforeseen worries. I am reminded of the words of Florence Scovel Shinn: Every great work, every big...
But just enough….
Little Pooja's demise has stirred up a host of questions, all seeking answers and most sadly finding none. Once again what perturbed me the most was the total absence of dignity in dealing with the mortal remains of a child particularly in a land where rituals seem to...
requiem for Pooja
I thought she would make it... but a few hours after I wrote this, she moved on and left this world. The doctors said she died of pneumonia and malnutrition. Come to think about it Pooja died starved of love. Her mother had abandoned her and her father had no time for...
Life is made of little things…
“Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles, and kindnesses, and small obligations, given habitually, are what win and preserve the heart and secure comfort” Humphrey DavyThe hectic and almost manic activity that seemed...
have a dream? save a dream…
click here.When a few days back I sent out myriad of emails in all directions seeking help to salvage a dream that was threatening to melt away into oblivion I was overwhelmed with the words of support and encouragement I received. Among them was a poem of which I...
let us begin.. again
Was it just a month ago that we at pwhy were all set to launch a new project. A very ambitious one I must confess and one that was not quite our own I must also admit. It all began with an idea suggested by an erstwhile well wisher, one that was so daunting that we...
Kiran, a ray of sunshine
As I downloaded the day's pictures I came across this one. It is our own little Kiran having lunch at pwhy on one of her rare days off from school. Kiran is special to us as she was born just when pwhy began. She grew with us and became an integral part of our...
dear to us are those who love us
Dear to us are those who love us. . . but dearer are those who reject us as unworthy,for they add another life;they build a heaven before us whereof we had not dreamed, and thereby supply to us new powersout of the recesses of the spirit . . . Ralph Waldo EmersonThese...
building a dream
A mail dropped by. It was from a dear friend, one of the few who look with their hearts and walk that extra mile for to save dreams, particularly those conjured by others. At this moment of time he is busy saving mine. A dream that began almost a decade ago with a...