(New Year Special #1) With 2011 ready to be wrapped up in cold storage, only to be accessed via future bookmarks and reminiscence of the past, here is one of my dear lazy cats talking about an average day this December. She has chosen to end this year pictorially, saving up memories of savoury dishes and … Continue reading »
Stranded on the road the other day dripping to the last strand of hair, the buses that whooshed by me tripping could, barely care. T’was all I could do to hail a cab or two, but none came. And the dear hair smelled, pooh! of pain. A time there was when the towel teeming with … Continue reading »
(…a day in the life of a roadside tree) Sometimes he wished the legends surrounding him were true. That there indeed were white-clothed spooks who would chatter away on his branches on full-moon nights. Perhaps some of them would hum a song or two and bells would jingle in the distant horizon. As things stood, … Continue reading »
He loved the new bucket. It was made of stainless steel – by all means better than the plastic one he had had earlier – and shone like a freshly-minted coin. “Like you know anything about stainless steel.” laughed his mother that morning. “Or wait,” her face grew serious, “don’t tell me you have been … Continue reading »
One of our cats has been missing for about a fortnight. She is the eldest one in the clan: this April marking the completion of her tenth year in our household. She had arrived a decade back, nubile-white and with two tabby cats in her entourage. All three took permanent residence in our backyard; they … Continue reading »
The cuckoo-clock on the living room wall has just struck three on a sultry Delhi afternoon. The Bhattacharjees are engrossed in a round table conference. Dada is on the withering armchair – its repair-work delayed in lieu of more important things on the platter – while Dadi sits with her tired hands pressing her temples. … Continue reading »
– Editor’s Choice Pick at BlogJunta – – Prize Winning Entry in Dove and Yahoo! Real Beauty Contest – When the morning sun streams in from the window, Mom keeps her eyes tightly shut. She has been ill for a while now and can’t wake up with dawn as she used to. Her eyebrows are … Continue reading »
It was that sensitive time in the history of the world’s flora and fauna when the mighty dinosaurs had breathed their last but the giant mammoths hadn’t taken their first step. In the little lake-side resort, it was celebration-time. Some of the birds, dressed in their finest plumes, were throwing ‘Goodbye Monster!’ parties. As for … Continue reading »
There were lemons outside her door. Little bright yellow ones, clean and freshly washed. “Please tell me we will now have lemonade in the morning, instead of milk.” her teenage son implored, picking up one of the lemons with interest. “That would be great indeed Mom.” his sister piped in, “we can even have … Continue reading »
P&P sipped cold coffee, from the city’s coffee spots – he sat upright as we fed him pulao, or gave him pizza shots. He’d embrace the queer, a weird old fad – and when spring arrived, turn poetically mad. Hiking too he went! to the hills and the shore – in his galleries vast, memories … Continue reading »
