Photographs make us realise we were happier in retrospect.
Like the sour sweet orange candies we bought as little kids, When the hawker came calling down in our compartment, Just that color and that size, The sun hangs in an early summer sky. Across my seat and through the dusty glass pane of the window, Of my train, It took me back to when…… Continue reading Candies
On a hot day, Papa would set us on errands to scavenge lemon,salt,onions,chillies and water from the kitchen and then prepare the cooling beverage with sattu. Sattu is flour prepared from roasted gram. It formed an important part of our food while we were growing up, regardless of it being summer or winter. It's November… Continue reading One from the childhood
I cannot look years ahead, but I know what it would still feel like.
My memories about us are like shadows- dark.
A few days back, I got the most beautiful gift from a friend. This apple of my eyes, a fountain pen 🙂 What a long time it seems to have passed since I held another betwixt my fingers.Identifying this smell, that has a hint of rustic vagueness, takes me back to school. We were supposed…… Continue reading The smell of Ink