Personal stories
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
This is a topic I haven’t found enough information about online. I am convinced no human thought or feeling is unique to an individual – everything has been considered by someone before us who’s also bothered to document it online. I’ll except the genius brainwaves, but those are rare. This is about endorphins making you … Continue reading Making sense
The street I live on is lined with large, Plane trees that are deciduous in nature. They are a constant reminder of London’s four seasons, and for me, personally, a way of attuning my mind to what’s coming next. They personify the lyrical concepts of a joyous spring and a maturing autumn sun; the lively … Continue reading Tree, family
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