Art Therapist Monica

In my class, stone was more than a hardball of minerals; it represented a step forward in learning sculpture. Many were keen to try working with stones and on a rather languid day an impromptu plan took shape to see stonework in Rajasthan. Sleepy eyed people started their journey some through the bus, some by bikes and some by car. The drowsiness went off in five minutes as babble took over the bus and I witnessed the delight of a picnic done years ago . I was stunned by t

Time is sometimes gentle, sometimes unforgiving. Since March, life had begun to unravel on many fronts both in my personal and family life but perhaps the most frightening thing was my health issue: swelling in all my joints which started with the right ankle in feburary had now moved to my elbows and knees. It was stubborn and unrelenting and I could find no cure despite repeated visits to doctors. It felt as though divine forces were conspiring against me. My friends rall

Diwali is a festival I particularly don’t like celebrating. The endless media hype about spending, playing dress-up, or attending parties with family and friends brings up multiple emotions, from sombreness to disquiet as I don’t have my own children or any family beyond my ninety-year-old father in Delhi. Feeling the need to escape, I decided to head to Goa. However, the goddess Lakshmi seemed to intervene, urging me to stay home and meet her. Out of guilt, I decided to ext

The trip to goa was planned months in advance. My much younger friend and travel companion was confident we would have a great holiday. I wasn't so sure given my limited fitness and our age gap . Little did I know what was in store for me and how much I would need this vacation. Arambol beach, a traditional fisherman village was what the doctor would have ordered after two months of setbacks on many fronts and battling medical issues. Till the night before the flight, I was