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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Question: Are we innovating lesser now?

My school friend (from Glasgow) Ali has often been my soundboard. He has always asked me really easy sounding tough questions. Today I decided to think through one more. Question 1: Innovation in earlier days was a lot in terms of impact. These days there are more experts but not so much innovation going on….

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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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Seeking your blessings!

The German girls I live with decided I should write a Kinderbuch (I’d be really impressed if I go through my first children’s short story soon) because we keep landing ourselves onto interesting Kultur conversations. That which seems normal to me, seems strange to others. And it takes an aha moment to recognise it at…

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A Native Homestay

The right amount of focus Homestays have such immense potential. Especially when they belong to empty unknown hamlets with wonderful cottage-mates. One could drive of course in fanciness. Aber it wouldn’t be worthwhile to miss out on the local with ladies on serious business drives. In small spaces. Oder, the rickshaw wallah overcharging (with free…

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Teri Meri Kahaani Dilli Mein

There are weekends on very long June summer days that appear selfishly long. They make you think of, yearn for the more odd-paced Januarys. Delhi breathes differently in the winter. Smallish more critical lanes in its big heart beat indifferently, till you let yourself lose control, hold hands, following poets. In squalor, history, and Ballimaran. Parts…

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Communities in transition: Calcutta Exile

When our first parents were driven out of Paradise, Adam is believed to have remarked to Eve: “My dear, we live in an age of transition.” My list thus far: Srinagar-Jammu-Delhi-Pune-Mangalore-Delhi-Glasgow-Delhi-…?The worst transitions were the initial ones. The most hard-hitting was Pune. I wanted to dislike it. Part because I wanted to be Bombay. Part…

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Agarsen ki baoli…

Ever since our childhood, we had a few car-less, chartered bus rides to the central part of the capital. Our recently lost small town-ness meant recognizing bus stops by huge skyscrapers. I can’t seem to recall many reasons for these rides, except museums to show cousins around, and some to make history projects look prettier….

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