Where journeys end

The warmth of the sun. Sparkling water. A gentle breeze bearing the scent of the earth. A feeling that all is well. Home. Or something like it.

Season of change

A new day, a new year. And a planet that’s beginning to show visible signs of being ill: snowstorms, extreme cold and floods.

In Kerala where I live, we’ve had thunder, lighting and pounding rain the past two evenings. Almost unheard of weather for this part of the world at this time of the year.

I have no idea how this is going to alter our lives and our world, but radical change is going to be part of our narrative. Here’s one story from the FT of how lives have changed because of climate change.

What will our change story be?