Sweet and sour


Quick, what's the first thing that comes to your mind when I say the word: Jalebi If you've grown up in India, sometime in the 90's, then let me describe this for you. A sulking boy, his head sunk low, marches into a railway station. He throws his bag on to the bench and perches… Continue reading Sweet and sour

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Music on the move


Of all my childhood memories, our Saturday routine has perhaps left the biggest imprint. Every Saturday, we went to the Vinayak Temple and the adjoining market at Sarojini Nagar. Appa drove his old Premier Padmini - we used to call it the Fiat - on the near empty roads. The FM radio in the car was… Continue reading Music on the move

The Komal House

The house

We knew no-one in the village. The house was sold several years ago, and my father hadn't been anywhere near Komal for forty years. We had no address. Back then, my father told us, people never had addresses. Each house was identified by its occupants. How were we to find that house, then?

Conversations Over Cream Coffee

Coffee Pot

We read the menu pasted on the wall, and ordered ourselves 'Hot Cream Coffee'. A little while later, the waiter kept a pot of coffee for each of us, with cups, spoons, and a small bowl of sugar.

Letting go


When I was in school, there was a dance teacher who had once asked us to submit an assignment. She had asked us to find out about the various dance forms of India and prepare a scrapbook with pictures and information that we had collected. I was just going to enter middle school, and this… Continue reading Letting go

Colours of joy and nostalgia


With this post, I have exhausted my all my reserves! I wrote this piece on the 21th of March in 2008. Since the festival of holi is just a couple of days away, I decided to finally publish this. Wishing you a very happy and safe holi 🙂

Identity crisis


If you've ever lived away from relatives, away from your native place, then you have experienced what is called an identity crisis. You are a second generation migrant, so you do not fully understand the local culture. But you do not know your own culture that well either. Since you visit relatives in your native… Continue reading Identity crisis