Real work

Last weekend, I asked my fiery young Ayurvedic masseuse, “A job like this needs much strength, doesn’t it? And you’re so slender.” She stopped in her palm tracks across my tummy. “The strength is in the wrist and hand, not in the body.” “But don’t you ever get tired massaging so many clients a day?” I insisted. “A … More Real work

The God in grooming

Today morning, I chanced upon an endearing sight, once again from my laundry area that overlooks the service lane behind our building. A young woman (in her late teens, and most likely the wife of a labourer working at the new construction there) had laid out a charpoy in the winter sun, right there in … More The God in grooming