Indian

Gota Sheddho

What’s gota sheddho? I ask S when we are alone that evening. All the cousins were speaking of this ...

Wake up, Bapi whispers into my ears, the bus shall be here at six sharp. Ten more minutes, I ...

Manikkaka gets home a plump little cauliflower, august with its pompous crown of green. I am ...

One autumn evening, Bapi brings home a pair of binoculars. A childhood friend of his had been ...

It’s a sultry summer morning, the ancient fan whirring above struggles to provide any respite from ...

Grandma carefully pulls out an old Britannia tin, the colours faded with age, the surface dimpled ...

Isn't it rather unusual that on a manic Monday morning, I wallow in sweet nostalgia, allowing myself ...

The shrill of the phone punctuates the idyllic silence of a lazy afternoon. I am immersed in a ...

Every now and then, I pause my game of hopscotch, dart to the ancient iron gate, embellished lately ...

Cut to half a decade back. It’s a charcoal-scarred sky this morning. Ominous cumulonimbus clouds ...

Food in Cambodia and Thailand was divine, there was not one meal that offered us the slightest of an ...

The ten odd days we spent in PhnomPenh and SiemReap were gorgeous to say the least. The ...