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Boy With a Backpack

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Backpack

The boy with a backpack was ten years old, give or take a year. He had bright, intelligent eyes and a cocky assurance about him. He wore a tan jacket and khakhi full length trousers, in protection against the chilly winter winds. He was carrying a backpack which he refused to put down. From time to time he would hitch… Read more »

Mayhem: My Mother and a Mouse at the Movies

My mother was petrified of rats and mice. Actually, to be absolutely accurate, petrified isn’t the right word. It barely covers the truth. It is too weak a word for her true emotion. She was outraged, disgusted and repulsed as well as petrified. As all students of humanity know, disgust and outrage take petrified to another level entirely. Whenever she… Read more »

That Chilly Winter Night

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I remember how cold it was that night. I had taken them out for dinner; she and her mother. I’d just landed my dream job and I wanted to celebrate with her. Her mother invited herself, as I had (wrathfully) expected. To keep things her mother under control, I brought my brother along. The mother could hardly hijack the celebration… Read more »

The Non- Conformist

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  When my first child was born, one of the visitor said, “Congratulations on the birth of your motherhood!” The greeting was unusual; it arrested my attention. But even stranger was her expression. She seemed very concerned. I know she was trying to tell me more than her words said. She sat down with me, ostensibly to play with my… Read more »

It Could Have Been Me

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I had been married three years on that sultry June afternoon. Delhi and I had come to the conclusion that we couldn’t get along. We parted ways with equal determination on both sides. We still cordially loath each other, which is very fine with me. I relocated to my hometown while my ex was still reluctant to leave Delhi and… Read more »

RIP Tarla Dalal

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My first ever cookbook was written by the queen of cookbooks- Tarla Dalal. Those years, hers were the only dependable cookbooks. She made everything seem so easy to do. Her measurements were always perfect to a T. She took the uncertainty of out of the most complicated dishes. Cakes and desserts were  impossible to tame, mystical things for most Indian… Read more »

Time to Shine

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There was a time not too long ago, when parents hadn’t heard of a thing called body clock. They had, however, heard that it is good for children to be woken up before dawn and urged to study- duly bathed and smelling roses- by four am, since that is when one learned (read learn by rote) the best. And that’s… Read more »

Keeping It Simple

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How do you handle awkward questions from your growing children? My first rule has been never to avoid the questions. No matter what I have been asked, I have always replied. There have been times when I have desperately wanted to duck behind a you’ll know when you are older excuse. But my conscientiousness wouldn’t allow me to do that…. Read more »

Ordinary Days

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.. This video was made by a mother. Naturally, it presents a mother’s perspective. The things a mother would do for her child, the manner in which a mother experiences her child. This experience is unique to every mother. All mothers, including me, know that. This doesn’t, however, mean that the video is only for mothers or women. I know men… Read more »

Soul Food

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If you could get all the nutrition you needed in a day with a pill, no worrying about what to eat, no food preparation, would you do it? On some, rare day I might want to pop a pill. But on a permanent basis? No way! Food is not just nutrition for us, just as man is not just a… Read more »