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Porulin Kural at Backyard, Adyar, Chennai

Special and grateful to be able to have heldΒ  space in the place of my birth ❀️ Chennai, on Sunday June 29 2025 β€œporulin kural”, the object’s voice as it calls out to us, holds us, at this moment, with
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In the Moonlight with Chandamama Katha

Thank you Sree for inviting me and the beautiful community Love the moon, the stories, the space. Been able to guide a meditation, and most recently in March 2024Β  a story based meditation , so grateful February 2022 July 2022
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Journey of Story You, Me, Wee

A very special journey with bachchas – stories, art, songs, sharing , warmth and FUN πŸ™‚ listening to them has been priceless they have been eager to learn and share, enact through drama, write, draw, and sometimes just stay still
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Gift of story laddoos

… A moment when I was pondering upon Healing Hope Heart Story circle for Chennai Storytelling Festival in February 2021, led me to story laddoos Each of us feels called by a story laddoo on a platter that we could

Journeying with Upugo

Thank you Rajee, AmitΒ  and the beautiful team at Upugo πŸ™‚ Learning , listening, sharing Healing hope and heart πŸ™‚ and… surely… play πŸ™‚ 2021 Sharing a collective poem that emerged   \

Journeying with Akanksha

Thank you Shessy and my saathis at Akanksha for the opportunities to be able to journey with Akanksha had such a good time once meeting with the HR team and later with all the teachers. We co-created a warm space
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Mentioned: X marks the plot: Meet India’s new-age storytellers, A healing network, story circles, it’s how the light comes in: Hindustan Times

27/11/2022 Thank you Sowmya, thank you my healing saathis and all my storyteller companions. Thank you Hindustan Times 2022_coverage_27 nov 2022 hindustan times ishn X marks the plot Meet India’s new-age storytellers https://www.hindustantimes.com/lifestyle/art-culture/x-marks-the-plot-meet-india-s-new-age-storytellers-101669401956743.html    

Poem : Together

Like meeting the familiar warm smell of a home left behind in time Like the expectant turtle that swims far, far, all the way to the shore she was born on, to lay her eggs Like the calming wrinkled hands