“On my morning walk today, it occurred to me how difficult it was to walk and run on the red dirt of Western Australia. Nature trails here in the Perth hills are slightly treacherous: hard and dry and uncompromising. Covered in tiny little slippery round pea-sized bits of rock. You need good shoes, and you need to pay attention. It’s …
Through a Different Lens
It’s Father’s Day in Australia. I wrote this to honour my larger-than-life dad, Chellie J. Sundram. He passed away twenty-seven years ago. My father loved gadgets. His home office had every gizmo and gadget he could lay his hands on – in duplicate. Two personal computers (when they were still relatively unusual in anyone’s office, home or otherwise), two photocopiers …
My Mother’s Laughter
My beautiful mother, Shantha Mary, has been the strongest creative and spiritual influence in my life. She passed away three years ago. Remembering Mum on Mother’s Day… ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ When I was growing up, one of my clearest memories of Mum is of her regularly bursting triumphantly into my bedroom, interrupting some Very Important Book I was reading, claiming, “Malini, I …
Why I Hope Ruby Will Stop Painting Soon.
I didn’t know whether to yell at her or weep at the chaos she was causing. Paint was flying in all directions, all over my dropsheets, all over the uncovered bits of Persian rugs that I hadn’t bothered to protect cos they weren’t in ‘the danger zone’. Ruby was standing right on my wet painting – a large canvas, covered …