My mother was a great cook and indulged in cooking as a fetish. Ma was a magician too, adding that special sparkle to anything she touched. She could even snip a handful of wildly growing, wayward Amaranth leaves, tease them with fiery red chillies, team them with un-skinned potatoes, turn them over in an iron […]
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Memories Of Doon’s Magical Monsoon
Moments of truth. Everybody has one or maybe several. So it is with times of inspiration. Everybody has that reference of sight, smell, sound, touch, feeling or piece of imagination that inspires. For me, one of the strongest times of inspiration is when the sky opens to pour its heart out in a manner unrestrained and unabashed. […]
The Trusted Time Keeper
‘‘It says willing or not. What do I opt for?” asked my mother, then a mere 18- year-old girl. The question was aimed at her brother who had accompanied her to the Employment Exchange. “Not.. means no. Negative. So say yes. Choose Willing,” was his advice to her and perhaps the most valuable one that […]
Litany
Duckback raincoat Bata shoes Camel ink Hero pen Nataraj pencils I’ve reached a point Where lists of things Once familiar Comfort me But I don’t believe things are worse The world Was always burning The skies Were always red And the end Was always near Near enough to smell The burning Of time But with […]
The Electric Blue Frock
The powder puff has more dust sticking to it than the familiar smelling particles of Ponds talcum powder. The fragrance is as familiar to me as the hemmed borders of the electric blue printed frock that I used to wear almost every alternate day. The scorching summers would not allow room for sartorial experiments. Back […]
The Solitary Survivor
William Trevor’s The Story of Lucy Gault set the tone from the very beginning; I knew that nothing would go right for Lucy. Her story was melancholic, but it didn’t make me sob. I felt a distant pain, and it lingered for a while, as though my mind played a sad song over and over again […]
Review: Friends in Wild Places
Let me begin the review of Friends in Wild Places by Ruskin Bond (Speaking Tiger Books) by quoting a passage near the end. Below my cottage was a forest of oak and maple and Himalayan rhododendron. A narrow path twisted its way down through the trees, over an open ridge where red sorrel grew wild, […]
Because Maggi Was Everyone’s Backstory
The Maggi controversy has tainted the glow of memories that were formed as an entire nation gathered to watch Hum Log in the early eighties and to salivate over a new wonder snack that was, ‘‘fast to cook and good to eat.” Hum Log was Manohar Shyam Joshi’s seminal story about a lower-middle-class Indian […]
Inside Out
Sheila craned her neck through the bars of the window. She first looked to her left until she could see the engine 12 wagons away as the train snaked a corner. Then she turned right quickly to catch the guard’s room at the very end 14 bogies down. She just couldn’t wait to get off at the […]
Bored? That’s Great!
I often come across people who seem to be eternally stuck to the assorted gadgets in their prized possession. It really amuses me, how they apportion their time between laptops, tablets, smart phones and so many other gizmos. I fear that a lame joke that someone cracked may actually be true- that we live in […]
Drenched In Gratitude
When life gives you a hard time, just chill. It’s true. Papa said so. Like when he gave me a card which read “When life gives you a thunderstorm… Find a puddle to play in”. Inside was a little handmade picture of a little boy jumping in a huge puddle. The catharsis that comes […]
Little Grey Eyes
Yesterday, I saw her again, No sign of recognition, Now I know there needn’t be any. Little grey eyes had changed. The first time she followed me, Tugged at my stole and called to me. A smile so innocent, asking for money. Ragged hair and shaggy clothes, Not worth a care, I know, Too busy […]