Food

Every time I think of food, the only thing that comes to mind is how I was never allowed to waste any, while growing up. My father had a tough childhood; he was orphaned at the age of eleven and he was shunted from one relative to another because none of them wanted to part with money for school fees, clothes or food. They were always hungry, never…

Doodles and Digestion

The grandfather clock hung there, unnoticed and irrelevant to the conversations that surrounded it; in this age of wristwatches and mobiles it had no significance. Radhika knew, here its significance to usage didn’t define its relevance. Maybe that’s the reason she ran here, whenever her…

Amidst lush green paddy fields and River Churni, a tributary of River Ganges, flowing nearby is a small village called Gangnapur — my ancestral village where my entire family has…

A Voyage through the Belly to the Soul

A twelve hour long and particularly uncomfortable bus journey with was totally worth the…

The cat is perhaps my favourite creature. When Friday — our cat — passed away on 31 January 2001, my mother said that he was irreplaceable: we never kept a pet cat again. Much as I…

Food i.e.

While I sit in the library at 7 pm, pondering over the possibility of writing a compelling personal text before midnight, I wonder how food…

A DISTANT DREAM

Abhilasha tucks the loose end of her elegant blue silk saree into her waist and enters the kitchen, where the staff begins to sing…