Articles by Pooja Thakkar

There is something magical about a festival that gives you permission to color outside the lines. Holi, the Indian Festival of Colors, arrives just as winter loosens its grip. It…

“Tous les jours” is a French expression. It means every day. Not sometimes. Not when it’s convenient. Not when someone approves. Every. Single. Day. It is not a verb. It…

There is a quiet but powerful difference between a thermometer and a thermostat. A thermometer tells you what the temperature is. It observes. It reports. It reflects reality exactly as…

February has always felt like a month of reflection – a time when history invites us to pause, remember, and understand how the past quietly shapes the present. Growing up…

It all started with a book. One night at bedtime, we opened I Love You, Stinky Face – a sweet little story about a parent who loves their child no…

This morning in Noblesville, the thermometer told a simple story: it was about -6°F outside. But the moment I stepped out my front door, reality whispered something different: more like…

Like most of us, I move through my days juggling multiple schedules – work, family, kids, sports practices, community commitments, and events that fill both my calendar and my heart….

Uttarayan – Makar Sankranti – was never just another festival on the calendar while growing up in India. It was a season of anticipation, a feeling that arrived weeks before…

Every new year arrives with a familiar rhythm – resolutions written with fresh ink, promises whispered with hope, and an unspoken pressure to be better immediately. January often feels like…