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I wrote this piece on 2 July 2019. Today, i read an article on the same theme and thought this

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