Growing up in Allahabad in the 80s meant being in perpetual awe of those Civil Lines girls. They were the pretty ones — with chic haircuts, well-styled clothes and perfect strokes/dabs of kajal and lip gloss . One could spot them cycling to school, their trendy socks folded down to…
Every year, I plan (and hope) that I will be the chunar-waali during Holi. I dream of a white salwar kameez, a long, jasmine-adorned plait and a delicate dupatta tucked round my slender waist. But, year after year, my diet plans fail…
You dream about it, you drool, you lust. Finally, the time comes. You spot the opportunity. You walk up, the anticipation, the eagerness of a lioness…
It All Began With….
Finding a ‘Good Boy’
According to my mother, I was the most beautiful girl in the town.
Exotic, they weave silk out of nowhere. Blessed with a keen sense. Sophisticated discernment. Fearsome reputation. Powerful, but do not harm. Unless, you really needle them. Believe in continuous improvement. A young…
We watched The Amazing Spiderman II with the kids yesterday. It was about as amazing…
There are so many poems and songs out there to tell us how amazing parents are. It’s been drilled into us so much that if we, for once, even, fleetingly, think otherwise, we feel more guilty the dog who broke the cookie jar.
Please talk about my books if you like what I write. You see, it takes a lot blood, sweat and tears to write a book. Ok, that should be read as ‘doughnuts, chocolates and caffeine’ but I think I can allow myself some poetic licence…
