Arti Jain
Author. Blogger. Poet. Nature lover. Seeker. Storyteller.I write because I have to. I read because I must. I share because I know no other way.
I live in Doha, Qatar, with my husband, a dozen trees and a few birds who visit those trees. Our two children, now adults, visit us when they can. The trees, the birds
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“What about Mummy’s saris?” I ask my father after thirty years
“Tsk…later, eat these first.” Daddy points to piping hot samosas. ‘Got them specially for you.’ It’s been thirty years. He doesn’t know I’ve turned...
Yeti and the Sewing Machine
One Wednesday in August, I decide to haiku and eulogize my mother. Not at the same time, of course. I could never fit a haiku around my Ma. 17...
Questions Frida Kahlo wanted to ask but painted ‘The Love Embrace, the Universe, the Earth (Mexico), Diego, Me and Senor Xoloti’ instead
Is this love? Is mossy green the right shade for Earth? Why doesn’t love last? Why doesn’t blood? Why does this longing? How to paint gnawing? Can’t...