Of ‘mandas’ and ‘gosht’ at the Mission.

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 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