I’ve grown up eating bread for breakfast. My in-laws are usually appalled at this because down south, bread is what people eat when they are sick . But in my house, bread and eggs, toasts, French or just buttered, was always a massive hit and we don’t quite know how to work without it. So with […]
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Author: Reema Prasanna
Food Review: Bindaas Binge
A few days ago, I chanced upon this new bakery in the Western Mumbai suburbs: Bindaas Binge. I have never heard anybody bemoaning the fact that the suburbs do not sell cheesecakes. But Mona and Vikas, the couple that started this swank new place, most unexpectedly nestled on Film City road, Goregaon East, seriously, […]
Drown..
Old, forgotten tales of love Woven by lowered eyes Few of which you understand Glances and gentle sighs.Not destined to receive, The love you hanker for, That act demands largesse And pain worth dying for.Those lips may never touch And fingers never weave, Nights not turn to evenings And hearts never heave. But nothing less […]
On Love..
Love.And the incredible challenges it throws your way. No matter who it uses to get to you, it will always, eventually, bring your focus back to the one most important person in your life. And you, you will still not get it. You will still not get why your insides melt in quietude when […]
What You Left Behind..
You went in what they call ‘an unnatural way’. They usually mean a murder, suicide or an accident. They mean you died young. Suddenly, even 40 is young when you are dead. If you’re alive, though, it is the opposite. You went without a goodbye. You went leaving a trail of devastation behind you. You […]
Goodbyes..
No new words from you… No skies to paint blue, Your pictures will fade, Your memories slowly pale. No wonky smiles to throw At me across the road, No hints about your muse, No teasing to amuse. Your voice on the phone And how it always shone, No promises now to keep, No tears left […]
100 Years Of Filmy Love
Heard of the itch that must be scratched? Indians have many such itches. Cricket. Politics. Films. Film stars. Views on religion. Food. Sentiments. To name a few, serious! But across all the languages we speak in this country, officially or unofficially, the language of cinema is loved like no other. We take our movies very seriously, […]
Unsafe…
The air is still. Almost as if it has decided to see just how quietly it can creep, undetected, through her home. Not a leaf has moved. Not a sigh has escaped her lips. Not a word of this article she has read has stayed back except one: raped. The images swirl in her head. […]
Songs Of The Sparrow
Old songs make me nostalgic. They make everybody nostalgic, do they not? With me, it is different. Time stops. No, there are no memories or flashes from the past. There is just Now, still, quiet, afraid to move because it knows that it has frozen, very precariously and anything frozen is very brittle.Who wants to break […]
Entrapment
He keeps himself busy. So he doesn’t have the time to keep checking the calendar. He has refused himself the pleasure of counting the hours since she left but he cannot seem to ignore days. He knows it’s a Monday on a work heavy day, a Friday when work closes sooner than usual and so […]
My Mom, The Chef
There are three women that I have met in this little lifetime, who have made me gasp and stare at them in awe. Mom, who I call Maa. Grandmom, who I call Dida. And Mum-in-law, who I call Amma. All women worth their weight in gold. **** Why? Well, because among their countless other gifts, […]
Mother’s Day Special: Vanilla Sponge Cake
This is positively sinful, decadent and you can’t stop eating it. It calls out to you in the middle of the night, the middle of a lazy Sunday evening, in the middle of a bath even…you find yourself scurrying out of your bath in a robe, dripping water, to stuff one piece into our mouth […]