Needier than I thought…

I have less than 48 hours left in Mumbai. Work is done. Bags are packed (pretty much). Flatmates have left. The end is here. But what of the journey here? I'm leaving feeling a rather confusion concoction of emotions. But I have realised one thing. That knowing something, feeling something and living that same something are…

Approaching the end

“Is it really possible to tell someone else what one feels?” Leo Tolstoy "Whereof we cannot speak, we must remain silent." Ludwig Wittgenstein The End has come. In many ways I cannot believe how long it has taken, and yet in others, it has come so soon. Such is life I suppose- the days have…

A Fragile Facade

“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.” J M Barrie It's 00:32, and I'm starting to settle down for the night. And my phone buzzes. And I see that it is Aman. One of my most mischievous and outgoing students. I couldn't resist. I…

A silent teacher

A teacher does a lot of talking. A bad teacher does a lot of shouting. I do a lot of both. Or more accurately, I did a lot of both. I can't any more. I don't have a voice. And I am not allowed to use the little bit that is left. Which is somewhat terrifying…

How do you measure a year in the life…

For the musical fans amongst you, you will spot the reference to "Seasons of Love". I completed a year in the classroom in May, and this question has been floating around in my head. How can I measure this year, or even make sense of it? The truth is, even after a summer away, a…