Shelley Wood

While in Kochi, South India, we arrange to visit the famous mural of Lord Krishna, the blue Hindu god, playing the flute while pleasuring eight women at once. … [Read more...] about Love in the Time of Kerala

"No matter what," my husband says, "we need to get my mother on an elephant before we leave India or this whole trip is a bust." … [Read more...] about To the Palace, by Tusker

The first time I saw the Taj Mahal, I cried. Not because she is so beautiful -- although she is -- but because the sight of her was so familiar. … [Read more...] about Anthropomorphizing the Taj

The waiter is hovering close to our table on the rooftop patio of the Suryauday Haveli hotel, one eye on the sky, one eye measuring the likelihood of a tip. … [Read more...] about Kite Season in Varanasi

This work is currently on loan to another gallery. … [Read more...] about The Interactive, Many-Coloured, Multisensory Tour

These days when I think about my brain -- which is a bit like asking my ears what they sound like -- I think of it as a filing cabinet with no rear wall. … [Read more...] about Emergency Numbers: A requiem