• Films,  Reviews

    Chhapaak: Making a splash quietly

    The visuals have ended. The screen has turned black. All you hear is Arijit Singh’s soulful voice. The movie has finished. Yet more than half the audience remains seated. Unstirring. Silent. I haven’t seen a movie end…

  • Musings,  Travelogues

    The making of the Mahatma

    Lorraine, our guide for the morning, takes us through the cold rooms. We are at the Old Fort in Johannesburg, the site of the notorious prison where people who resisted the policy of apartheid used to be…

  • Musings

    Turn to a new page

    “So what are you doing for New Year?” I look around aimlessly trying to avoid the question. Partying is not my style. I feel claustrophobic in company of too many strangers. A few years ago (nay, a…

  • Musings

    Fear caps our minds

    I was at my neighbourhood grocery store last evening. The grocer is a very nice man, always at the forefront of all community activities. He’s extremely helpful, and was by my side, helping me organize my mother’s…

  • Musings,  Poems

    Gandhari

    She walked into matrimony Only to discover That she’d been deceived. Married to a man Who was blind. And then she decided To stay blindfolded For life, In empathy. I often wonder If the choice she made…

  • Poems

    Shame

    Ashamed To belong to a nation Where hate is allowed To reign supreme. Ashamed To belong to a nation Whose leaders have feet of clay And insecure hearts, Who are cowardly bullies And instigate hate. Who can’t…

  • Heritage,  Sarees

    My Saree Stories: Part 11

    The eleventh edition of my saree stories features a saree with intricate Lambani embroidery, a saree from the Bodo region of Assam, and the not-so-amusing story of my bridal makeup. Saree #101: A cotton Ilkal saree with…

  • Musings

    Toss and turn

    I am tossing and turning in bed. Eventually I grab my phone to check the time. 1:05 am. Wrong move. Now Facebook has gotten me all awake. Shove the phone below the blanket and try to grab…

  • Musings

    Does love exist?

    It is a funny notion that sits in your head. The feeling of being needed. The security of being loved. Without selfish motive. Love which continues without ebbing or waning. Consistent. Unchanging. I wonder if it is…