Of improvised toys and rustic games

The other day I was disposing a lot of my son’s toys and I remembered how before my son was born, I would get expensive toys from all over UK for my nephew. He was about 2 years old then, I remember I bought him a suitcase-load of toys I thought he would enjoy. Three … Continue reading Of improvised toys and rustic games


Holi, Chasnala, Childhood

A picture posted by a friend, of her mother and her, sepia tinted just like all happy memories become, brought to life a barrage of memories. They always reside in the corners of my vision anyway.  I remembered the Holi we used to play in Chasnala. Nowhere is Holi played the way it was in … Continue reading Holi, Chasnala, Childhood