Anecdotes
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2026 AtoZ started as me wanting to write 26 posts to commemorate my grandmothers who were great writers themselves but I don’t have what they wrote. I got to 11 stories and poems before realizing I would have to pivot into writing the rest as and when they came to me.
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I feel a lot of things. None of them makes sense. When I was a little girl, I could spend hours with myself, looking at anything that had caught my attention. I used to love loud prints, colours and chaos because there were so many things to look at. There were so many stories to…
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This is the first A2Z that I am doing where I am least prepared. Maybe because it is my tenth year of doing this so I know I’ll manage? I have too much hope on myself but eh, let’s see how it goes.
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My mom has this saying, especially when either of her daughters shock her, “Ye kahan se seekha? Humne toh nahin sikhaya.” I love it because it tells me that irrespective of genetics, nurturing, gentle teachings and dire warnings, I still have some power to create my own quirky habits – that sometimes drives my family…
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There is a certain joy that I feel every time I think about food. It’s an innocent joy, a very quid pro quo where a delicious piece is kept in front of me and I get to have a sensual experience of enjoying it.
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I cannot believe I have been writing odes for #BlogchatterFoodFest, that I have written THREE so far and I have not mentioned aam, mango, alphonso, dussheri, langda, badam, totapari, kesar…in any shape or form. The blasphemy! I must remedy this immediately, so here goes.
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As promised, I’m going to write odes to food items that I love for #BlogchatterFoodFest and today’s ode is dedicated to arhar ki daal. For those uninitiated into daal lore, this is also called as toor daal or lentil soup, if you will. I have no idea why daals are called soup because the only…
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