• Musings

    My soft hands

    Around me there is a frenzy of women getting dressed in glittery paraphernalia. The chatter is amusing and boisterous. We are all excited about yet another pre-wedding ritual. I reach out for my glass bangles. Red. To…

  • Musings

    Pulling those strings

    The year was 2008. It was a cold winter in the heart of London. I was spending a lonely weekend in my hostel room. When suddenly the contents of an email warmed the cockles of my heart.…

  • Musings

    These walls will melt

    “I would prefer to share the apartment with a woman— preferably an Indian or a Pakistani,” I wrote. I was sending an email to the Netherlands to request student accommodation. I was going to spend three weeks that summer at…

  • Musings

    The lost genre of letter writing

    Somewhere in the late eighties, Doordarshan had telecast a fourteen-episode children’s serial called Kachchi Dhoop. It was Amol Palekar’s directorial venture which was loosely adapted from Louisa May Alcott’s book ‘Little Women‘. It was the story of…

  • Musings,  Travelogues

    Idhar khuda hai

    I exit from the lift and look frantically for a place to sit. There is no seating arrangement in place. I refresh the NTES app on my phone. At least an hour more of waiting. I have…

  • Stories from Science

    Moving away from Eponyms

    The Oxford English Dictionary defines an eponym as “a person after whom a discovery, invention, place, etc., is named or thought to be named”. Medicine is full of diseases and syndromes named after people who described something. You…

  • Musings

    All in a day’s work

    Life as a pathologist is very interesting. You are trained to look out for the abnormal. Normal is boring. But there are times when  you are caught on the wrong foot. Here are two incidents which taught…