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
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