Candle Light, Candle Bright

'Another power cut!', exclaims my sister, 'This old apartment doesn't even have a power back-up'. Flustered she gets up to reach for the match box and candles while I add, 'Maybe we could get an inverter?' We light the candles that are placed in strategic corners and quite magically the house is illuminated to a... Continue Reading →

Mystical Mcleodganj

Picture this. Waking up to the faint rhythm of gongs from a monastery resonating through the valley; listening to the sound of wind rushing towards gaunt mountains, losing momentum in its windy trail to only crash back into the valley, shaking every leaf, every blade of grass in its wintry dance; sighting goat-herds shepherding merry... Continue Reading →

Hyderabad Hues

Brown. That was the colour that struck and wrapped me from the very moment I stepped out of a nauseating flight which had been shivering like a frightened lamb mid-air, worsened, further, by the indistinct and annoying murmur of the pilot. All I could gather were, 'Hyderabad', 'Welcome', 'Sunny'! Brown was the terrain, brown were... Continue Reading →

The End of an Ending

It is that time of the year, again, when pocketful of earthen lamps, shining bright, appear on the handrails, imaginatively conjured rangolis, embellish the entrance to every house, a time when fairy lights, in shades of blue, green, red and yellow festoon every balcony, a time when the smell and sound of firecrackers from dusk... Continue Reading →

These Hills called Home

I remember, from my growing up days, the cartoon ‘Madeline’. Narrated in sing-song rhyming verses which always begun with the lines ‘In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines, lived twelve little girls in two straight lines.’, there was a song therein that has remained with me ever since and although I... Continue Reading →

There is a Hidden World in my Bookshelf

My grandfather had an odd collection of books, paperbacks, hardbound, magazines and dictionaries stacked in precarious towers on the shelf beside his bed. He encouraged us, his grandchildren to read, rather cajoled us to, but remained stern about his chaotic collection. And now after all these years I understand his fanatic desire to protect his... Continue Reading →

Within Her, Without Him: Part 4

Grey clouds, looming over the city, swelling with moisture that their erstwhile selves had trapped when gushing over the oceans, viciously desired to douse the world in perpetual wetness. Meera looked at the visible grey outside to the invisible grey inside her heart, to the colours bleeding away from her, to her monochrome self. The... Continue Reading →

Within Her, Without Him: Part 3

Summer had been treacherously baking the city, swirling the red dust from the dry streets into little tornadoes, sucking in twigs and dead leaves into the centripetal dance. The birds, panting, found little shelter under the decorative awnings of the concrete structures. Meera remembers the wide roofs of her grandparents’ house and the number of... Continue Reading →

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