People

The air conditioning can’t keep up with the humidity and the crowded lobby. The faces are familiar yet not the

My first attempt at marching for a cause ended in ignominious defeat and disaster. It was the Eighties, AIDS was

Young laughing faces. A guitar playing. Voices singing. These are early memories of open house at my childhood home. My

After a break of ten days, the rains are back just as we welcome Gajanana, The Elephant Headed One, Akhuratha,

The first lessons I learnt to believe in were conditional on my good behaviour: If I left my footwear upside

These boys – the men they’ve grown into when we weren’t looking. In the past weeks, my son and his

I was very young when I was taught about the Indian festival of Raksha Bandhan. This is one of the

My mother’s friend hugged me today. She kissed my cheek and I kissed hers. Her skin was soft and perfumed,

He towers over me now. Scrawny, deep voiced, knee deep in attitude. But this afternoon, when I return home from

Their balding heads and beer bellies are newly acquired. They used to be young and fit, hell raisers and athletes.