One of the jokes we've been cracking about Gurgaon for many years, is that just pouring a glass of water on the road is enough to cause a traffic snarl. So when the clouds above rained down, it came as no surprise that the city of Gurgaon virtually came to a standstill. With vehicles stuck … Continue reading Rain Dance
While I was in Chennai last year, I received a message from a friend of mine: 'So are you coming tomorrow?' 'I'm in Chennai right now', I replied. 'Ooh Margazhi. Have fun!' I didn't understand what she meant by that. I had visited Chennai during the winter months a few times in the past, but apart … Continue reading The magic of Margazhi
Devotees who were closer to the sanctum sanctorum, bent over the railings; those who were behind, stood on their toes; children sat on shoulders of their fathers, all of them waiting to get a glimpse of Nataraja, the lord of dance. As the curtain was pulled apart, temple bells and folded palms filled the shrine.
We travelled for three days on the crowded train - there were more than two hundred of us, and only a hundred confirmed tickets. A bus journey from Dimapur brought us to the campus of Nagaland University, located atop the hills, in Kohima. Exhausted after the journey, we didn't bother about blankets, as we fell … Continue reading And There Was A Painting
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