Personal stories
It used to look different. We had a cemented thada (patio) that was nice and cool to sit on on hot summer evenings. It used to become a family and neighbours hub at night when there were long power cuts. During monsoons it used to be a hub for flying termites because they were attracted … Continue reading 533
When a dining table was too much of a luxury, the old newspaper was spread on the bed ahead of every meal. When there wasn’t a cleaning spray and tool for every surface in the house, old newspapers and dish washing soap were sufficient to clean the cooking area every day. It also did the … Continue reading The old newspaper
The sound of chainsaws trimming down trees on my street played through all of autumn last year. It seemed like an unnecessary, accelerated tree management programme, likely because the labour didn’t have much else to do during COVID-19. Nearby streets had the same scenes. They did leave my tree alone because it had been through … Continue reading The extended tree family
…of… ice cream with fresh mango bits in itlate night chat with momthe sight of gulmohar and bougainvilleacotton kurtas, chappals and silver jewellerymakki ki roti and sarson ka saagthe nephew jumping up and downthe annoying reminder of walking carefully past kids with water gunsSeeta aur Geeta on the tellyunlimited access to paranthascold water showerssmell of … Continue reading The joy
I said to C, “I don’t have anything that gives me pleasure as football or cricket do to you”. He said, “well, you enjoy dancing at weddings”. My mother was clear that cooking need not be on my list of things to learn, even if I whiled away my late teens Orkut-ing. She did offer … Continue reading This thing, cooking
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