This post belongs to the original post titled 'Letting Go' I pulled out the scrapbook from the bottom of the cupboard with the intention of scanning a few pages. The paper has yellowed, the edges of the paper are torn, and damp hands have removed some of the colour. But as I flipped through it … Continue reading The Scrapbook
When I was in school, there was a dance teacher who had once asked us to submit an assignment. She had asked us to find out about the various dance forms of India and prepare a scrapbook with pictures and information that we had collected. I was just going to enter middle school, and this … Continue reading Letting go
Tomorrow some guests are visiting us. Well, they're actually relatives who live in a land, far far away. I don't remember having ever seen them, and I don't know if I'll ever see them again. But they're in town, and have been kind enough to acknowledge our presence, and have decided to pay us a … Continue reading Relevance of Relations
It's been a rather noisy night. Huge flashes of lightning lit up the city in the middle of the night. I step out to assess the damage. The verandah is littered with trash that the storm has decided to leave behind as a souvenir. I dodge the minefield to reach the railing and look outside. Clear … Continue reading A New Day
Colours are in the air. Quite literally! And they've spilled on my work!
With this post, I have exhausted my all my reserves! I wrote this piece on the 21th of March in 2008. Since the festival of holi is just a couple of days away, I decided to finally publish this. Wishing you a very happy and safe holi 🙂