There was a raging storm here a couple of hours back. All our cell phones went on the blink and after some frustrating fiddling with them, we realized what the problem was and just waited it out till Airtel got their act together and the lines returned. I suddenly thought of my father with a … Continue reading Storm, Electricity, Bills, Baba, Kaku
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
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
For so many of us, 2016 has been a cruel year. I almost know nobody unaffected, negatively, by what transpired this year. So many of the people we never thought would die, died. On the 6th of January, our janitor, whom everyone called Kaka, died. Just like that. I had not even paid him for … Continue reading 2016. Bye.