Second Hand Living

I bring out an old bottle of transparent nail varnish and polish my nails with it to dissuade myself from biting my nails close to the skin. It hurts when I touch the keyboard, wash the thousandth vessel of the day, and when I accidentally graze my hands against the desk. I pray with the... Continue Reading →

Somewhere in the Middle

Once upon a time, foster father showed me a photograph of Robert Frost's house which he visited while in the U.S. The photo looked like the angels in the heavens had taken up the place as a pet project and done it up in the most precious leaves, barks of trees, and pristine water for... Continue Reading →

#8: When Fiction Meets Fact

Ephesus *This is a real-life story. It has some gaps, which will require some imagination on the reader's part. This story has been transcribed after it was told to me in bits and parts, orally. The names of characters have been changed. Apologies in advance for the bad narration.* In 1943, a Jewish refugee from... Continue Reading →

What I brought back from the recent excursion... Hover over the image to control the speed of the slide show.

Day 6: Inflation

It's very hot in the train. I have been sleeping on the uppermost berth, so it's even hotter. There is greater activity this time than the last because a group of 50 Maharashtrians are in our compartment too. The chatter is nice, friendly, and full of camaraderie. I wake up and realise that the whole... Continue Reading →

Day 3: Who do I think I am?

An elephant. But more on that later. In context, I am a tourist who did many tourist-y things today. And if this is going to be one of those posts where I go through the places I visited, it would be very boring for me to write. Who wants to know how beautiful the tea... Continue Reading →

Day 2: Going Away

Day 2 I think what is most striking to a Mumbaikar who travels outside Mumbai is how time just slows down. I have a feeling that if they didn't look at their watches, they can safely finish half a day's work in what would really be 3 hours or so. Where does this grand assumption... Continue Reading →

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