(HI)gh on Writing

It has been a long time and she has come a long way; from a young, active, pragmatic woman to an old, anchored scholar. Throughout her…

The grandfather clock hung there, unnoticed and irrelevant to the conversations that surrounded it; in this age of wristwatches and mobiles…

The orchard had many kinds of fruit trees — Mango, Litchi, Papaya, Jackfruit, Coconut, Water Apple (Jamrul), Starfruit (kamranga), Banana…

A twelve hour long and particularly uncomfortable bus journey with was totally worth the experience of being subjected to royalty…

Early morning bhajans in a nearby temple wakes up Sundar. This is quite usual in a place like Mylapore in Chennai. Sundar is from a typical…

“Aamma, don’t make food for me tonight. I had something on my way back”, shouted Naina as she crept into her room without once meeting the…

History and I have a come a long way till now. Countries have united, allied, separated with me in the centre stage. People have inhaled…

August in Gujrawanlan is humid, with overflowing drains running adjacent to the streets and paper boats struggling to stay afloat on the…

Entering the streets of Kasba Peth always gave me joy. The familiar faces, the smell of chai and the fried bhajis, the pandits bolting…

After a prolonged illness, our cat finally withered away due to the deleterious effects of having been stricken by cat flu. It was…

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…