After several hot and still days, it's breezy this evening. As I write, I look beyond my desk to a balcony — tall plants moving gently in the breeze. The sun is setting somewhere far on the horizon. I can't see it from here. But the sky
In the quantum realm, an electron exists as a wave of pure possibility. Here, there and everywhere. No fixed location. No predetermined path. Infinite, free, undecided. Until it is observed. In quantum language, observation simply means this — the moment anything in the physical world interacts with the electron, touches it,
Eight billion people on this planet. Yet alone. From time to time we reach this point. Maybe right now. Maybe last Tuesday. Maybe at a party last month surrounded by people who knew our name. Maybe it's because we've never quite separated two things that feel
Of all the characters in the Puranas, Chitragupt is the one who keeps catching me off guard. Apparently he does the same to Claude. Because that's what he does. You're deep in the great cosmic drama — Shiv, Sati, the wars, the churning of oceans — and then
On footnotes, and the truth we hide in the margin The narrative is what we tell. The footnote is what we can't help telling. Think about the last time someone told you their story and said "and this is probably irrelevant but—" You leaned in. Because
SuperMummy
A woman died from something treatable. Her family didn't call a doctor. They called someone to remove the nazar. This is why SuperMummy exists.