Category: Life

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.

Ghungroo

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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My time, our time.

Thanks to her nanny and the “bus aunty,” Avanee has grown quite fond of; no, quite obsessed with wearing salwar kameezes. She wants to wear one all the time–everywhere, and even at home. To bed, if she can have her way. A few months ago, we gave in, and got her a couple–go knock yourself […]

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How Gampu came back

How Gampu came back

When I was a child, we went to my paternal grandparents’ home for Ganpati celebrations every year. My grandmother was in poor health since as far back as I can remember, and she used to feel weighed down with the additional responsibility of prepping for the elaborate festival. My mother, not exactly the religious sort, […]

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A letter to Avanee

Dear Avanee, On the eve of your fourth birthday last month, I sat up late at night and looked at you in bed—tired from the day’s activity, you were fast asleep, curled up on your side, your mouth slightly open. The moment I pulled the covers on you thinking the air-conditioning is too strong, you […]

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When she didn’t come

When I was just married and for several years after that, I had a daily visitor. A friend. A confidante. I looked forward to the visit. Partly because I enjoyed our brief time together, and partly because it had become a ritual—one with all sorts of superstitions attached. She would be perched on the lower, […]

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