She stands at the busiest signal in the suburb. Her hair is a hay-like brown from undernourishment and her skin is tanned from standing in the sun all day. I see her every time my taxi stops at the signal—more than a couple of times every week. Almost always, she has a smile on her …
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Being a work-from-home-mum has its disadvantages. You tend to switch on the laptop shortly after you’ve brushed, hoping to check your email before the rest of the house wakes up—just so you can plan your tasks for the day when you’re still sane. And that’s not even the tip of the iceberg. After responding to …
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The original, Marathi version of this article appeared in Loksatta on September 1, 2012 and can be read here. In the swanky, heavily air conditioned suburban office where I took up my first job ever as an associate editor, two foods constantly poured out of the hole-in-the-wall pantry—ginger tea and Maggi. It was what helped …
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The original, Marathi version of this article appeared in Loksatta on Saturday, August 4, 2012. Click here to read the Marathi version. We never bought cake. Definitely not for an occasion. My mother always, always baked a cake for our birthdays. She’d save good, pure, homemade white butter for weeks so she had enough to …
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As I watch the rain crashing down from my little suburban window and sip on lemongrass tea (freshly picked lemongrass from a rain washed window), I cannot help but share with you some of my favorite recipes to make in the rains. They’re warm and comforting and everything that you want monsoon food to be! …
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This article appeared in Chaturanga, the magazine section of Loksatta on June 2, 2012. View the original article here. Iced Kaleidoscopes If you grew up in the summers of the 80s, you probably spent every 25 paise you had painfully collected on birthdays and from all the “khau” money you earned, on “pepsi colas” (I …
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On Ranade Road in Dadar, there once sat a man who sold lemonade. Limbu Sarbat, actually—the Maharashtrian version of lemonade. On a crowded corner of a busy street, he would sit on a stool too small in proportion to his, well, vital statistics; a dirty brown Milton heat proof jug perched on another stool in …
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