Dear Society, I have been thinking about the words mother  and motherhood  for a long time now. Not as duties.Not as fixed roles.Not as the ideas society keeps folding women into. But as something more fragile, more mysterious, more alive — an experience that has shaped me quietly from within. One that keeps returning through different women, at different times, in different ways. Sometimes the word mother  arrives like a wound.Sometimes like shelter.Sometimes like a soft space inside my...

Dear Society, Ever since I last wrote to you, life has moved through a strange, sacred rhythm of arrivals and departures. I was away on pilgrimage to Adi Kailash when I got the message: Dadi was gone. Her elder son sent a short text. That one line cracked something open. She had not woken that morning. A neighbour — Rama — who checked on her because she always woke early, found her locked in her room. The door was broken open. Dadi had suffered a stroke during the night and slipped away. I...

Dear Society, There was a time before you learned the language of law and throne, before you put godhead and governance in the same...