Herath-esque lotus eaters…

Shivratri is a particularly long festival at home, for all self-respecting Kashmir hindus, I assume. We are what they call Gurits (a sect that’s just infinitely more strict about ‘rules’. Grandfather spent a lot of time in his childhood at his mother’s (maika) and once he was back to his ‘own’ home, he decided to…

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I heart Delhi, metro!

I don’t think I am a big fan of Delhi in conventional ways and yet I feel trapped, kaun jaaye zauq per Dilli ki galliyan chodd kar. Aber, I can’t talk enough about how comfortable my life is post the Delhi metro. Just the mobility and lack of dependency is so awesome! This week however, my…

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Amritsari galli kuche…

A golden temple  Exceptionally non-maaz shopkeepers who *really* care about selling the jutis, not the ones in Dilli who are doing you a favour if they sell you something Mittran da dhaba, Kesar da dhaba, Babaji de rumale, chai aur matthi, Karha prashad, Phirni, Lassi, Paneer! Saji dhaji cycle rickshaw Sunny di hatti, for Patiala shopping and impulse stitching…

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A January list of favourites…

I am spending less time on the blog and more of it with mountain goats (a couple). I’m not sure how I’ll live through the end of this month. How is it even allowed to end? My ’12 favouriteness from January, so far? Waking up at three to see sister’s new snow boots Karkash winterwaale haath Finding…

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Pashmina memories…

Grandmother once told me, as kids, they would buy Pashmina wool, and use the Yendr (Spinning wheel) and sell back very fine yarn to shopkeepers, for twenty rupees worth of financial independence and pocket money. It seemed quite common with girls in the valley at that time. She got married in the winter, in ’42,…

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Shared family brands…

From the company website Saw this advert recently. Made me think [of different things on the link] and mostly the brands we’ve hung out with since childhood. Crowning Glory! (I don’t know anyone else who was swayed so much by Dimple Kapadia’s ad :)) Bush (unbelievable how I still believe that small screen TV felt better than…

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Love is…

…what causes you to loose concentration. …being attached to his magical personality. …seeing his face everywhere. …letting him drive with the hood down. …when you can’t just get him out of your sight. …a sigh. ( I was too awed to make these up. I generously borrowed from the Love is fan club)

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My friend Priyanka…

To begin with there was just  the cousin. Big boys didn’t allow him to play cricket with them, stole his bat, and made him cry. So he would insist I play with him. Our favourite game was destruction. We’d find useful, working audio cassettes and re-record his Amitabh Bachchan voice on them. He’d mimic, I’d…

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Ismat Chughtai: Dil Ki Duniya

From google I may’ve mentioned before, reading a book titled Dil Ki Duniya makes people feel I am reading some trashy Hindi book that I bought secretly at the railway station. I endured smirks and general smugness in the train but thankfully kept at it. It’s a book set in heartland UP, pre-independence, in a…

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One part yellow; one part blue…

Friday morning was adventurous (rare that). I came out of my room at 6:40 am, late, and in a hurry to pick up my glass of milk from the table (to be gulped down in the car to the train station, hoping today papa is less sleepy and I don’t spill it on my clothes)….

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