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If this isn’t bliss, I don’t know what is. If there is a wicked witch who can turn the world into stone, I want her to come now. This is the moment I want to be frozen in forever.
Tag: nonfiction
Eastward Ho!
I still remember the gush of cool air on my face and the smoky smell of burning charcoal as the train shunted off. The platform slid out of sight giving way to open rail yards strewn with gigantic metal beams. The city would make a brief appearance before melting into acres of green farmland interspersed with little towns from where kids would wave to us as the train sped past them.
Sisterhood of Semolina Cakes
In India, in the 80s, finding something like condensed milk or baking powder was akin to finding water on Mars.
Open House
Later that evening, my toddler was on my phone. I usually give her my phone with the camera on, just to keep her busy while I’m getting dinner ready. I went through the pictures later to delete the 50+ pictures of her toes she usually takes.
Helena
“You know what’s cool? Our names start with the same letter!”
With my green marker I drew two thick parallel lines and connected them with a neat horizontal line.
“H”, she let the letter linger on her tongue. Her face wrinkled into a child-like smile. She had learnt her first English alphabet at the age of 35.
Tongue-Tied
Deep in the African Congo lives one of the most vicious parasites known to man – the Tsetse Fly. With a single deadly bite, it sends scores of demonic minions… Read more »
Of Malls and Men
When I pitched this idea of writing about men and shopping to my husband, he sounded very upbeat and said “Go for it!” He even came up with this title!… Read more »
A Note to my Former Self
As I near another birthday and an unmentionable age, I am tempted, as I am every year, to look back at memorable days and days I would rather forget. My… Read more »