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My 28 year old self wants to thwack my 26 year old self for not paying attention when her wiser friends were exchanging bhindi recipes because when you’re far away from home, there are only so many days you can survive by sniffing scraped-clean beef pickle jars or on Kurkure Corn Puffs. On other days,... Continue Reading →

Growing Up Yezdi: Memoir of a Petrol Tank Rider

Before assuming the duties of a perpetual pillion, I was a petrol tank rider. Seated like a little frog on our Yezdi’s petrol tank, I would watch the world zoom by unhurriedly (because potholes and proverbial crossing fauna of the avian variety). At petrol pumps I would get giddy sniffing the sweet vapours rising from... Continue Reading →

Potterica

[Me]: *Combing my hair. Hair Falling. Ignoring.* [Me in the mirror]: *stares back with dung under nose expression* [Me]: *Comb, comb. Turns bald.* [MITM]: Why do you always wear that T-shirt? You should wear something brighter. [Me]: This T is as big as the void in my heart and as grey as my soul. Stop... Continue Reading →

The Emu Workshop

On raiding the resurrected old PC in my room, I found this piece of writing from over a decade ago. I remember writing the first draft of the story during a train journey, tweaking it a million times after returning home and then stowing it away. Here it is. Kindly keep in mind that I... Continue Reading →

Hospitals, Fossils and Meals

Amma is quite the social beetle. Her students love her. Local cats come to visit her with their kittens or cronies when she returns home after long trips. Random babies at railway stations leap at her with their outstretched flabby baby arms. The other day we found an extra Parippu Vada in a takeaway parcel... Continue Reading →

Charming India

Sometimes when you move around a bit, you see these intriguing sights and objects that broaden your worldly knowledge and make you grow as a person. Spotted outside the Jaisalmer Fort, this magic bed linen is crafted by the artisans of Rajasthan and marketed by someone who has scaled Maslow's pyramid in one go. It comes with prescribed spouse-quantity and... Continue Reading →

Do They Know It’s Sting?

I saw a lot of pain on social media over the impromptu Chris Martin gig. People who don’t stay in Delhi anymore are regretting moving out of the city. People who have been to Delhi once in their life are asking themselves why they didn’t plan the visit so that it would’ve magically aligned with... Continue Reading →

It’s Better Not to Spoil than to Put on the Hashtag of Spoiler Alert

A probably rainy morning in June, twelve years ago; I had successfully stayed away from watching television for two days and kept the newspaper at a distance. Achan confirmed my worst fears as I was about to leave for school. Malayala Manorama had pulled a Malayala Manorama. They had, for real, gone ahead and revealed... Continue Reading →

Pineapple Cakes on a Plane

A few weeks ago there happened to be some empty seats on our company’s chartered flight and my boss and I were put on it as we had to travel to Delhi for a meeting. So we took off from Ludhiana. Yes, Ludhiana has a runway and I’ll just leave it at that. The aircraft... Continue Reading →

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