I have perennially hated cooking. Those who are my regular readers know that once I also wrote a post titled I hate cooking. However, in this lockdown period the only thing that is keeping me sane is cooking. And, if I go by my social media timeline then many more people have found solace in … Continue reading How Cooking is helping us Cope with the Lockdown
I want to talk about two recent sad deaths. One of George Floyd and the other Sushant Singh Rajput (who was incidentally my neighbor for a couple of months). Let me first begin with a childhood story about one of my neighbors, that I recollected after I saw Indians posting vehemently on Social Media with … Continue reading How the death of Sushant Singh and George Floyd exposed the Hypocrisy of Indians #MondayMusings
Memoir is a type of creative non-fiction. Unlike the autobiography, which focuses on the entire life of the writer, the memoir takes place during a particular period of time. Essentially, it is a slice of life. Thus, memoir in itself is a genre. However, you can write a memoir using the technique of a fiction … Continue reading How to Write a Memoir using different Fiction Genres
Shruti’s mother-in-law (MIL) suffers from a phobia that her son is not being well fed by Shruti. This anxiety is shared by majority of Indian Moms especially the Bengali and Punjabi variety. If a Punjabi or Bengali boy eats even one roti less than the usual quota the mom behaves as if there is some … Continue reading The Story of a Mom-in-law and Ghee
When I looked out of my window, the ugly patchwork of brown plaster stared back at me. Renovation is going on in the opposite building. Just like an old fractured person who walks with a walker, the walker surrounding and supporting it from three sides, the opposite building is also surrounded and supported by bamboo … Continue reading Look Outside Your Window
“Love, love me do You know I love you I’ll always be true So please, love me do Someone to love Somebody new Someone to love someone like you” Shania loves listening to this song. Her best friend Mimi feels that this song is a nemesis for Shania. The song is the reason for … Continue reading Love, Love Me Do
Shrabani was getting late for office. She worried that she would miss the 8 am bus that was pulling out of the bus depot. She rushed to board the bus. She waved her hand at the conductor of the bus. The conductor banged on the outer wall of the tin bus and screamed “aste, ladies … Continue reading Morning Bus at 8
Trina first saw him on the day of Holi. Most kids in their society were playing Holi in the ground below, but he was sitting alone on his fourth floor balcony, watching others. He seemed like a shy and reticent boy. He had shifted to her society only a few weeks back and Trina had … Continue reading Love and Riot
D said ‘we are lost’. D pressed my arms and said ‘boss is going to kill us’. I said ‘before that tiger is going to eat us’. There was no network in our mobiles. It was dark inside the forest even during daylight. After wandering the forest for almost two hours, suddenly, D said with … Continue reading Lost
