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The Anglo Indian Railway Mutton Curry

Time flies, on rosy wings. As yet another decade draws to a close, I cannot but revert to the studio ...

And meet my mother-in-law, T announces. The septuagenarian lady who walks out to the living room is an ...

It poured like never before. Lightning serpents zigzagged across the charcoal-scarred sky. Peals of deafening ...

The shrill of the mobile punctuates the sublime calm of the weekend morning. It’s a friend, the storm last ...

I am hardly ten. Just the age when the tragic enigma of Death has started to loom large on my psyche. I am ...

Bapi hardly spoke of his growing up years in what is today Bangladesh. Grandma would inevitably slip into ...

Just a couple of days before I head back home, Maa and I are at our local vegetable market and that the array ...

Wake up, Bapi whispers into my ears, the bus shall be here at six sharp. Ten more minutes, I request ...

One autumn evening, Bapi brings home a pair of binoculars. A childhood friend of his had been visiting and he ...

It’s a sultry summer morning, the ancient fan whirring above struggles to provide any respite from the ...

Was your homeland more beautiful than this? A curious eight year old me asks Grandma one autumn afternoon, ...

Kakimoni was an angel. She lived a few houses away from us down the flaming gulmohor-crowned cul-de-sac, ...