Bhoo Katta His eyes would turn red, but he wouldn’t give up. Pounding pieces of old filament bulbs and bottles, with mortar and pestle, was no easy task. Once the glass was reduced to…
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Memoir Part II
Monsoon Mania Have you ever savoured anything by just sniffing it? When the first bead of rain touches the hot, dry and thirsty mud, it gives out a heavenly smell with a distinct…
Memoir – Part I
“Joler Line”, the water queue ….” Standing on the wavy lid of the big trunk and peeping out of the window was my favorite solitary leisure. I was just tall enough to have my head…