• Musings

    The Sa-Sha-Sh Conundrum

    I often wonder what makes parents decide the names of their children. Our parents named the three of us- Anshu, Manish and Ashish. Now there is nothing wrong with that. In fact when you say the names…

  • Heritage,  Sarees

    My Saree Stories: Part 6

    The saree obsession now takes greater heights. I had bought this black saree last year in November from a stall outside a conference in Nagpur. I wore it but for the life of me couldn’t remember what…

  • Musings

    The meaning of freedom

    The main road near my house has been dug up for major repair work. Vehicles have to navigate trepidatiously as only half the narrow road is available for movement. It is expected to take almost four months…

  • Heritage,  Sarees

    My Saree Stories: Part 5

    I’m back with more saree stories, this time with stories about typical Bihari traditions and some lesser known handlooms. Saree #41: A green leheriya from Rajasthan This was a very special moment for us in 2014. My…

  • Musings

    Never say never

    As a child I detested dahi (curds). I used to eat dahi but something happened which put this food item off my list of edible things. One afternoon after school, as I was eating off my Dad’s…

  • Art,  Heritage,  Sarees

    Khenda: The saree quilt

    The house has become quieter. The mourning rituals ended last evening. Most visitors have left. Even people of the house are beginning to travel. Work beckons. Subodh and one of my nieces together come to me. “Do…

  • Musings

    She never called me Kanniya

    Three days into my wedding, sitting in the bedroom, I overheard a furore in the kitchen. It was an anxious phase for me. I was still getting used to a strange new culture and tradition in a…

  • Heritage,  Sarees

    My Saree Stories: Part 4

    Welcome back to savour the next part of my saree stories. This time I have for you some funny stories from my Chennai visit, including some experiments with a new drape, and some ordinary days draped in…

  • Musings

    Neat a po

    I reach the baggage carousel number one at Chennai airport and am met with total sannata. No one. No luggage. I was seated in one of the front rows and I distinctly heard the air hostess say…

  • Heritage,  Sarees

    My Saree Stories: Part 3

    Summer has transitioned to the much awaited monsoons. Romance is in the air. A compilation of some more of my saree stories. Saree#21: A summery cotton saree with applique work My other sarees go into hibernation or…