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Gota Sheddho

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

Just a couple of days before I head back home, Maa and I are at our local vegetable market and that ...

The walk shall be long, Bapi cautions, are you sure you want to walk all the way ? I nod in ...

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

A close friend sends me a gorgeous cabbage from her garden this morning. It’s not easy to grow ...

The shrill of the telephone bell punctuates the serene tranquil of a mist-laced ...

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 ...

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 ...

Was your homeland more beautiful than this? A curious eight year old me asks Grandma one autumn ...