Dida bought oranges, but never ate any herself. “Have another one,” she would say, as she passed a plateful of peeled fruit to us. “Why don’t you eat one too, Dida?” I would ask, curious why she always gave them to us. “Oh, no. These oranges are not to my liking. They’re too sour and … Continue reading The taste of oranges →

A few months after I started blogging, a very close friend of mine noted that even though my blog was named "It's a Miracle!" after the Hindu Milk Miracle, I had never written a word about it. The fact is that I really had not put much thought into naming my blog: in fact, I … Continue reading The Hindu Milk Miracle →