Category: Fiction

Carpe Diem: A Lesson in Refrigeration

Carpe Diem: A Lesson in Refrigeration

It struck me as I was throwing out a ziplock bag full of once-frozen strawberries that had now turned a bag of red liquid with bits of mouldy berries floating in it. I had frozen them last season in the hope of conjuring up an Almond and Strawberry Tea Cake off season or making virtuous […]

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Spring and Summer: An Ode to the Tabebuia Rosea

                        *Dedicated to the long line of Tabebuia Rosea trees along the Eastern Express Highway in Mumbai, that bloom in the Indian Spring.*  Spring: Chaitra  Don’t sit in my head and smile at me through faux cherry blossoms (Yes, I know they’re called Tabebuia Rosea; […]

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Kolhapur

Kolhapur

Too many alleys leading up to too many Maha Dwaars Too many gods in one temple Which one am I looking for? Every year, a new rickshaw-walla driving an unusually high and unusually noisy auto-rickshaw drops me to a new door. I forget the landmarks I had tried to remember the last time. Climbing down […]

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To god, with love

To god, with love

Last weekend, we performed a small pooja at home. There has been a spate of illnesses and other sudden and unexplained, seemingly unjustified challenges at home the past couple of months. Work kept us sane, but there was anxiety and, often, hopelessness lurking beneath a functional exterior. None of my positive thinking, none of my […]

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A dancer never dies.

I was still in school when I quit my dance class. I had been going for more than 5 years and was one of my teacher’s favorites when I called it a day. I don’t think she quite forgave me when I quit. Mrs. De and her husband, typical Probashi Bengalis, ran a small dance […]

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Crumbs!

Crumbs!

Writing a book is a long, laborious and very deeply isolated exercise. I have been at it for a while now (and that’s an understatement) and even after submitting the manuscript, I was in a will it-won’t it stage despite my kind editor continuously reassuring me. But you know me—I am the nervous kind and […]

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An Amma is always an Amma

An Amma is always an Amma

One year ago, on the 24th of November, my twin boys were born. Yanked out of my humongous belly at 35 weeks—at least 3 weeks too early—as I struggled to keep my blood pressure at normal levels. I had been in and out of hospital a couple of times before for various reasons but this […]

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