The Garden Of Peer Bagh

The other day I was drawing for Brandanew, and while those were drying out, I decided to draw out a memory- not mine but my mother’s. In several family gatherings and just personally to me, it’s been repeated a thousand times. I have no memory of it. No selfies to prove it. The garden of…

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23 Winters In Review

It’s not yet November, but I can’t wait more for December (birthday months are usually special). Over 23 Winters ago, I was offered a cake to be made in a pressure cooker considering all the shops were on curfew. For multiple reasons, that’s the only birthday gift I refused that year. This year, I would like…

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The smell of desi ghee

It’s only been six months since I were home (less in fact, but it will be over six when I go next) and it’s really been only a few days since I had a my dose of desi ghee parathas. GRANDMOTHER’S DESI GHEE Every time she is home Grandmother spends a couple of days cleaning…

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Did you try sitting by the open door of a train?

My heart’s sold to trains. As I oft described before. U-Bahns that I now take make me feel like I own my urban world. U-Bahns that incidentally inspire Favicons of this blog. Metro train lists that I compare to see how many cities I’ve travelled to, smug-ly. Trains in bustling Delhi like metros, with closed doors. Doors that…

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the window with a sill

As a young girl, I was fiercely protective of my parents’ rooms and the admission of random people in it, possible as we lived in a joint Indian family open to public access being on the ground floor. I also used to be very interested in keeping things in place, exactly where they were from…

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