• 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…

  • Musings

    To pee or not to pee

    It was a Sunday, but I had pending work piled up. So I decided to spend the morning in the office finishing off some work. At noon, as I exited the department, I noticed two middle-aged women…

  • Heritage,  Sarees

    My Saree Stories: Part 2

    I believe that every saree needs to be celebrated. Every saree has a story. I have been penning down saree stories for another forum. I just wanted to compile them all together before they got swallowed up…

  • Heritage,  Sarees

    My Saree Stories: Part 1

    I have always been in love with the saree. But discovering the heritage behind the fabric and the weaves is a recent passion. Since the last one month I have been penning down the stories behind my…

  • Musings

    And the heavens open up

    I wake up before dawn as the lunch boxes have to be packed. As I am rolling out the phulkas, I hear a different bird song. It is a song that I haven’t heard since a year,…

  • Musings

    Of mobs and herds

    This is an anecdote narrated to me by my friend several years ago. But it has stayed with me for what it taught me. My friend was on her way to school with her sister on her…

  • Musings

    At the mercy of a deaf system

    The year 1995. Our Unit was on emergency duty that Saturday. I was posted in the ward, while my seniors managed the casualty. Around five in the evening, a group of around eight or nine patients were…