Lucknow: A home that no longer is

The one thing that amuses and comforts me in equal measure in Lucknow is the language. The हम and the आप, the lilt and the singsong; the subtle goading and the open dismissal all done with love and brotherhood. I wonder if I spoke like this too (some people say I still speak like that) …

The Emerald Mile: From Bhedaghat to Dhuandhar Falls

“Do you see that gigantic face there? We call it India’s very own Mount Rushmore. And that sadhu on the top – he was in samadhi for so long that he turned into stone himself. These cars, which seem to have fallen off the cliff, are most famous by the way, as is Bandar Kudni, …

On Playing Mother.

My mother never dressed up. She did not believe in makeup or vanity, or even being overtly conscious about one's appearance. And that's always been her style -- hair a little out of place, sari always without a pin, dupatta mopping the floor, bindi always crooked. I never had a problem with it, in fact …

Stranded In A Food Haven

What do you do when you find yourself stuck at a railway station with a first class ticket but no train? You eat. Well that’s what I did. I am supposed to be on my way to Shantiniketan this morning but my train has been diverted and I have had to get off barely forty …

A Place Called Home

I have always avoided going back to old places. By old places I mean places I have had a connection with in the past but have nothing in common with now. This holds true not only for towns and cities but also for schools, colleges, places of work, even neighbourhoods. Life however has a way …