Come, come, come, give it to Smoothie

What can you say about a guy who lived?

That he made me chuckle like nobody else? That his whims and eccentricities irked me like nobody else?  That he was the fulcrum of my domestic existence, having introduced me to my life partner? Or simply, that he was one of my best friends.

Naveen Sadarangani passed away on November 12th, 2018, two months short of turning 53. We are all heartbroken.

My Writer’s Journal – June 18 2015, Hong Kong

My Writer's Journal is an opportunity for me to connect with audiences.  I have started doing this largely on Periscope. If you'd like to join the conversation, please join me on @reenymal Here, I connect with audiences in the's around midday in...

A Pledge to Join the 100 Saree Pact

A few years ago during a particular Ayurveda video shoot in Mumbai, the director suggested that I wear a pair of trousers rather than my usual go-to outfit, a saree. Needless to say, I couldn't help but ask why. "We've hired you to be a spokesperson for modern...