I have been to the theatre only 16 times in my life, and when I went to see that movie, I was 22, and on number 11. I had been incredibly austere back then, and the four years of literal... Continue Reading →
I never felt the need to know how thistle differed from mauve or what gave scarlet and crimson their distinct identities; to me they remained labels marked on the little tubes of water colors. It was the final shade that mattered.... Continue Reading →
7 years back. Those were the times when I did not prefer commuting or visiting places in the city on my own, unless it was the familiar (and regular) meditation center or the book store or my aunt's home. And... Continue Reading →
Like most other children of my age, I too was sent to an English medium school. My family explained that it was necessary because most of the standard books, terms and texts were in English; and it would be difficult... Continue Reading →
It seemed just like a dream; except that I could experience it unfurl in the real, material world. A wish that I had been clinging onto since so long a period that the very thought of wanting it made it... Continue Reading →
Recently I saw ‘Saheb Biwi Ghulam’, the classic in monotone that finds its place in every ‘Must See Bollywood Films’ list. I was moved to see the plight of the protagonist, Choti Bahu essayed by the famous tragedienne, Meena Kumari.... Continue Reading →
Life’s always been an unexpected story; like a movie that keeps you wondering till the very end, at every twist and turn, with its bouquet of surprises and the thorns of bad lessons. Perhaps, my Goddess; kind and loving as... Continue Reading →
Hermit in Red Lipstick 