“So what did you get from Kashmir? Pashmeena shawls, saffron, carpets, walnut wood articles?” asked an inquisitive neighbor. “Er…cricket bats,” I replied. She responded with a huge pause. And then I put the receiver away from my ears. “Cricket bats! Who on earth gets cricket bats from Kashmir? Why on earth will one get a […]
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Author: Vaishali Shroff
Stories from Kashmir: An Ode
How does one write about… Beauty and its many lovers, like an infatuation. Like a shrine, its devotees. Like an ancestral home that belongs to many, yet none. How does one write about… Snow, melting our senses as we gaze at her humility, her presence as ephemeral as laughter. Her impeccably white robe spreading like […]
The Timeless Gulmohar
Hope is always colourful. It has the warmth – the red, orange, and yellow of the rising sun. It lifts your spirit. It tells you that there is a road out there waiting for you to be walked upon. As the streets explode with the various hues of the Gulmohar flowers, ever so beautiful even in passing and […]
The Magical Tatami
Once upon a time, there lived an old farmer Fusao, with his wife Fuyumi, and son Daichi in a small village in Japan. Daichi loved to write. However, he feared he would not be considered as part of the family if he did not keep up with the family occupation and tradition of becoming a […]
Bambaiya VI: Where time stands…
She was the rocks that embraced the oceans. Like lovers holding on to one another. Like rain water holds onto earth and like the earth that holds it back – love evident from the fragrance. She’s bosomed many a love; watched them grow, seen them bloom. And she looks spectacular, like spring the flamboyance of […]
Bambaiya V: She made water from water
Every morning we rushed to the sink To brush our teeth and wash our face And as we turned on the tap There was no water To even wet our finger tips But Ma stood there and smiled as she said, “Let’s make water from water, So we don’t fall short, When the taps run […]
From faces to interfaces
Here’s a scene from a restaurant I’d recently been to. Two men entered the restaurant one after the other. Didn’t seem like they had come together but they sat at the same table, facing each other. And soon they started chatting. Exchanging notes. Smiling, laughing. They even got animated and frowned at times. It was […]
Read aloud a dream
This is how all my mornings begin. Not with a “good morning Mama”, not with a hug and a kiss but a request – “read this? Please!” And I am solely to blame. For I have been reading stories to my son since he was two months old and today, at two years, he reads […]
Bambaiya IV: A tangy evening
The bell tolls It’s five and he arrives, with his modest cart packed with savouries. Just a whiff threatening to knock out the senses. The ingredients neatly stacked under glass panels fixed on three sides of the cart – windows to a tangy world. Then come the leak-proof cones crafted from discarded glossy magazine papers […]
Bambaiya III: From old to new
She rings the doorbell, one hand balancing a big tokri of vessels and a shoulder weighed down by cast off clothes. “Get those old clothes we sorted,” shouts Ma as she chats up the woman. She’s dressed like the sun. Bright yellow dupatta sprinkled with orange spots. The blouse and skirt like the blue sky; […]
A Cosmic Wedding
This is no fairy tale even though I married my long time girlfriend, Moon. We had been courting for aeons, literally. People spoke about how Moon and I disappeared behind the clouds at times. News about our celestial love affair spread as far and wide as Pluto. And you know how it is – can’t stop those […]
A Book is Just a Book
To twist the famous song by Queen slightly, another book bites the dust and is being banned from production and circulation in the states of Maharashtra and Gujarat. Yes, we are talking about Great Soul: Mahatma Gandhi and His Struggle With India by award winning author Joseph Lelyveld. And why has this happened? Well, according […]