May 2026

The morning in Ahmedabad had begun like any other – measured, predictable, wrapped in the quiet rhythm that had slowly become routine over the past several days. The sunlight filtered through the leaves of the champa tree, casting shifting patterns across the garden, while the swing moved gently under…

The morning in Ahmedabad carried the quiet shift of seasons. Winter had begun to withdraw, leaving behind a lingering softness that the approaching summer was slowly beginning to claim. The air was warmer now, touched by sunlight that felt gentler than it would in a few weeks, but certain…

The next morning in Alibaug arrived quietly, as though the world itself had decided not to disturb the fragile calm they had found. The sunlight filtered in gently through the thin curtains of the cottage, softer than the harsh glare of the city, carrying with it the faint scent…