Anecdotes

  • Theatre

    Theatre

    Once upon a time, I was a king.  No, this isn’t a fantasy story that I’m writing although the opening is making me question whyever not. But, it’s a truth. When I was in the seventh grade, because none of the tall boys in our class were available, it was decided that I’d play a…

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  • Sway with me

    Sway with me

    Don’t ask me why this post is called sway with me. Maybe because I needed something with the letter S and rebel without a cause or say hello to your inner-saboteur sound like “been there done that” type of titles. Sway with me sounds infinitely clever and fun. What is shocking though is despite everything,…

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  • Kheer

    Kheer

    I have had strange nicknames but one that takes the cake is ‘Ganeshi.’ The nickname, I am told, is an ode to my love for milk and milk products. It is also an ode to the fact that just like Chutuk Binai, any time kheer is made in the house, even if it’s for a…

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  • So long, farewell, I have to say goodbye

    The first time I realized that being a part of a family that was used to shifting houses, cities and compass directions was a culture in itself was when a cousin was shifting cities for the very first time after having lived in one place for twenty-nine years. The fact that they could not settle…

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  • These are a few of my favourite songs

    I have never been a music person. I enjoy listening to songs but I cannot have them in the background while I do other work because then I’m not listening to the lyrics and that I feel is the height of disrespect to an artist. Just listening makes me restless so I can sometimes go…

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  • Let’s do a thought experiment

    I read a tweet recently that said: I miss the rawness of people’s emotions that came out during the pandemic. Where everyone was sharing how fucked up their mental health had become, how stressed they were, blurring of home-gender-work lines, etc. Now that things are settling and opening up, people have gone back to running…

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  • Finding asafoetida aka hing

    Living with a Moradabadi father and a Delhiite mother [these are important adjectives for them mind you], I have been intimately familiar with asafoetida or as we like to call it hing since I was a child. Even before I knew how hing was used to cook my favourite daal or alu ki sabji or…

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