I own forty-one plants. No, that’s not correct — to say “own” makes me sound superior and materialistic. Who owns anything? “Take care of”… — I own forty-one plants. No, that’s not correct — to say “own” makes me sound superior and materialistic. Who owns anything? “Take care of” sounds appropriate. The house I live in is small. It has no grand hallway or spare space to create a focal point. Everything sits in place…

A story adapted from the ancient Sanskrit scriptures, which contain within them moral and spiritual life lessons. — The King of Dwarka is sitting on the floor. Righteousness radiates from his lotus eyes. His skin, as dark as a lightning cloud, is covered with yellow, silk garments. His bare chest is adorned with a garland made from jasmine flowers, and a green gem (the Instrument of Peace) sparkles…

Leonardo never made Lisa wear a hat, or maybe she refused. I should have refused. I’m not fond of them: hats; they are more suited to the… — Leonardo never made Lisa wear a hat, or maybe she refused. I should have refused. I’m not fond of them: hats; they are more suited to the intrepid. My husband, Walter, he’s brought me more hats than flowers. …

How do we change society when patriarchy is so deeply rooted? First, we must change ourselves. — My country: India, has one of the world’s lowest divorce rates; 1%, to be exact. You’ll stumble across loving marriages, of course, but the foundation upon which most are built is painstakingly unsettling. In the west, love is a thesis for exploration. It’s an experience waiting to be learned, examined…

Neha peels open her eyes and strips back the duvet to sit up. She places a hand across her forehead to break the orange glint seeping in… — Neha peels open her eyes and strips back the duvet to sit up. She places a hand across her forehead to break the orange glint seeping in from the street lamp outside. She studies the pits on her skin: a pattern, left from the cardigan she’s slept in. It’s something…