Dawn knocked on the door, bedecked in nine yards, vermillion and carrying an aluminium milk can. Kanku was her name. No morning was complete without the swirling of her rotund hips and middle, as she set her can on the ...Read More
On a sultry Gujarat afternoon, the lazy summer heat would waft in, bringing in its warm folds the salted sweetness of his voice. “Paaaaaavvvvbiskeeeeeeeeeeeet!” Always starting low at ‘paa’ and reaching a nice final peak at ‘keet.' Paav and biscuit ...Read More
A young cousin of mine got engaged today. An army officer's daughter, she is getting married to an army officer too. Needless to say (wonder why I am saying it then…..but there it is), the event had a definite fauji ...Read More
Pic by Kunal Karan Kapoor
Sometimes, the merest thing can trigger off memories- an image, a sound, the whiff of a perfume. I recently viewed a photograph of Mumbai….endless tall buildings, a grey snaking road and a bird soaring in the ...Read More
Corporate offices, if you ask me in some way, are nice. At least they won’t let you feel the weather outside. Sweaty mornings, scorching afternoons, crimson evenings or muggy nights. It all looks the same from your pushback chair and ...Read More
Bright yellow mangoes with their fragrance and juicy sweetness occupied most of little Pranay's thoughts these days. Now, this was not an out of ordinary occurrence given that Pranay and his family were major mango fanatics. Year after year along ...Read More
He rode quietly, feeling the wind on his face, feeling her snuggling up to him, his pillion rider wife. The song he had caught off the radio at a snacks store still auto-played in his head.
11 children, all in their ...Read More
"My son just doesn't listen to me. Every day we argue about petty things. I just don’t know how to handle that teenager of mine. Now I know what my mother must have gone through…..” was the frantic cry of ...Read More
As I am growing older, festivals are not so much about looking forward to something as they are about looking back. Being nostalgic and turning into an uncle who’s always remembering the past. Last month I was ...Read More
The dreaded day will arrive shortly and I will become 60. How and when did this happen?? “It is only a number,” people say. Well, I used to say it too. But it’s a number with a 6 in it. ...Read More
Memory 1
It’s summer time in Lansdowne. The hydrangeas are in full blue bloom. The bumble bees are bumbling along. There’s a nice warm sun smiling outside the house. Inside, temperatures are close to freezing. My 18-year-old long haired, long ...Read More
BREAK:
When I was six, I broke a vase. It was a typical childhood mistake –a turn taken too suddenly around too sharp a corner into too fragile an object. When my parents heard the crash, they ran over to find ...Read More
