Category: Musings

Memoir IV

The Good old days of Doordarshan It was a Weston TV, our first television at home. With five knobs, two big and three small ones, it was boxed inside a …

Shakti Rupenu

    The Snowy Kailash looked gloomy once more As Goddess Awakened for her weeklong chore, Shiva plunges in sadness Her Parameshwari ready on the floor. Oh Mukteshwari, How lucky …

Memoir III

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 …

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 …

Guide

I was going to meet this lady, my husband’s friend for the first time in my life. Though originally from Kotagiri, Tamil Nadu, she came from Muscat, which was her …