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The heat is punishing to say the least. It’s early morning, yet the sun is at its repressive best. I toss ...

Why Grandma adores her bitters is incomprehensible to a nine year old me and an eleven year old Dada. We’ve ...

It’s as if it were yesterday. The Mayra-myari ghor (bamboo house) stands proud and tall, walls ...

Layer above layer. And then one more. Come on, a little voice goads you. And you add yet another ...

Kerala during Onam is a feast for the senses. The myth goes something like this - the magnanimous king ...

The maacher baajar in our sleepy town is nothing to write home about. A row of make-shift decrepit stalls, ...

The bel tree was not my favourite tree in Grandmas backyard. Well, far from it. And there was ample reason ...

It was somewhere in the pristine verdant slopes high up the Malaysian highlands. A nondescript shack. By a ...

Do remember to get my khejur knata, Grandma reminds Bapi as he takes the last sip of tea from the bone-china ...

Payeshpata, it was much later that I came to know they were far more familiar as Pandan leaves in the ...

Aunty, I am in Kolkata, I call Rita Aunty to inform. A moment of silence. And then the familiar voice - I ...

The first time S returned from Singapore and narrated to me, childlike excitement stark in his voice, his ...