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Christmas is about celebration, festivities and joy. The joy of life. The joy of sharing and ...

The shrill of the telephone bell punctuates the serene tranquil of a mist-laced autumn-melting-into-winter ...

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

One day to go and She shall be arriving. My lal-par saree has been laundered and ironed. The kansa has ...

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, ...

Sunday afternoons were the only time Bapi managed some respite from his otherwise hectic, often punishing, ...

Autumn takes a bow. And arrives winter. Stealthily. On hushed tiptoes. A thin lace of mist hangs ...

A disciplined row of custard apples rests on my kitchen counter. Luscious and plump, from a farm, not far ...

Thursday mornings are special. The otherwise sleepy house in the time-stops-still hamlet of Karimganj, a ...

Talk to a Mumbaikar and he shall flaunt about the best pav bhajis and vada paos that money can buy. Talk ...

The Fish Kabiraji Cutlet. Our indigenous Bhetki. Marinated in onion-ginger-garlic juices. Green chillies if ...