The earliest memories I have of my Aajji (grandmother) was when I was around four years old. Both of my parents were working and Aajji and my paternal aunt (Atya) were left with a stubborn brat – ME – to deal with for the whole day. My aunt tells me now that I was... Continue Reading →
Chameli for me has been the scent for reminiscing happiness, joy, festivals, peace, friendship and childhood. In short - home. Generally, the flowers would start blooming by the end of September. In Vidarbha, the day after Anant Chaturdashi, we had a month long festival called “Bhulabai”. It was more of a folk festival where all the girls got together and sang folk songs in the evening
Now that the monsoons are in full swing, I have made some peculiar observations about rains and the effect they have on our blessed Indian lives. Also, these are predominantly related to Pune due to the obvious fact that I am fortunate to be living here. A heartfelt apology IN ADVANCE to those who would... Continue Reading →
She goes there to watch her father lovingly tend to his garden and then scold her like childhood when she plucks a red rose. She goes there to listen to her brother teasing her “Moti, kam khaya kar” but at the same time who takes her to her favorite paani puri stall on his Bajaj Splendor. Yes. There are lot of relatives visiting. But the time is spent chatting, gossiping and late night walks, not cooking cooking and more cooking.