So, this pandemic has been a great teacher and we have learnt many valuable lessons that will last us a life time and all that.I get it. I GET it. And I am grateful. Every day. For all my blessings. I couldn't be grateful-er, honest to God. But there are some blessings that are so … Continue reading The Gift That Keeps On Giving
It's a tablecloth! No, it's a 'manda' While going through some old, really old family photographs (as in, from before I was born), this one popped up and as usual; launched a string of memories. What you see here is a 'manda' - a kind of roti that was served at every single wedding dinner … Continue reading Of ‘mandas’ and ‘gosht’ at the Mission.
The thing about memories is that they set off a train of thoughts that race through the mind; like those 'painted stations' that 'whistle by' in Stevenson's much-loved poem 'From a Railway Carriage'. Just one post about my summer holidays and it's like 'Yesterday Once More' in my mind. So, here's another snippet from those … Continue reading Of Monkeys at the Mission
In this large sub-continent, there's a large state. And somewhere in this large state, there's a small-ish dusty town. And in this small-ish dusty town lined with dusty, crowded streets, narrow lanes and untidily planned buildings is a church with a garden around it. And leading out of the garden to one side is a … Continue reading The Mission
Sleek, smooth and reassuringly solid, their ivory-toned, silky-smooth handles slid comfortably into my palms. I had been seeing them around for ever. They were used as butter knives, to spread jam, slice cheese, fruits and even cakes. They had their own box lined with white satin and each knife also had its own slot in … Continue reading It was the knives that started it all!
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