Forward, forward
You rub your eyesAnd yelp with gleeAt the images free,There are videos tooGory and new!So forward, forwardAll morning and eveIs it a game or a drug?You just can’t leave! Forward, forwardWhat an amusing game! At level oneYou…
Life’s swimming lessons
When I was younger and buzzing with energy, there was this unsaid need to keep proving that you were not mediocre. Mediocrity. I detested this word. So thrown into this swimming pool called life, I flapped my…
My Saree Stories: Part 12
It was the Sankranti season, and in Maharashtra it is common to wear black to conserve heat in this winter season. I aired a lot of black sarees, but each is unique in its weave. Enjoy learning…
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…
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…
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…
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…
