• Musings

    The eye of the pathologist

    There are things which come with the territory. And others which you are trained for. Being a histopathologist is one such territory. You are taught to observe. And observe carefully. See what does not appear normal. And…

  • Musings

    The other women

    I have several sautans. To those unfamiliar with Hindi, sautan means ‘the other wife’ or ‘the husband’s mistress’. So yes, I have to deal with these vixens who distract my husband’s attention so much that my existence…

  • Musings

    Welcoming hearts and hearths

    That vacation, we kids were told to clean and vacate our rooms as we had guests coming over. It was a familiar dictat. We lived in a two-bedroom house. Every time guests came over, the children would…

  • Musings

    A study in contrasts

    Both my grandmothers were poles apart. Nani and Dadi. My last memory of seeing them must have been when I was around thirteen. Then we lived in Pondicherry, a lovely coastal town which used to be a…

  • Folklore,  Heritage,  Musings,  People

    We need Kabir again

    . निंदक नियरे राखिए, ऑंगन कुटी छवाय, बिन पानी, साबुन बिना, निर्मल करे सुभाय। (Build a hut for your critics in your courtyard, and keep them close to you. They will scrub you clean, without water, without…

  • Musings

    Memories of another day

    Facebook has this feature called ‘Memories’. It is a feature which gives you great learning. Every morning it pops up something which was posted on your timeline on the same date, several years ago. It shows you…

  • Musings

    Scorching times ahead

    It has been a rather harsh summer. The earth is parched. We hear that wells are drying. We now get restricted water supply at fixed timings. Three hours in the morning and three in the evening. Summers…