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In those days courtyards were very important to a house. The size and number of courtyards reflected the social status of its occupants. I spent my childhood living in just such a house of courtyards in Benares. Made up of seven courtyards of varying sizes, our house was called Dewan Saheb ki Haveli. Family partition, [...]
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in the park in front of the patio, the eucalyptus dances in gay abandon. laughter's postage stamp on an envelope of the early morning breeze. a symphony of birds, rising, lilting, lifting. under the tree, five old men, hearing nothing, seeing nothing, comprehending nothing. in scorching emasculating summer heat, they are at their unending game [...]
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This morning I was sitting in my car, waiting for the signal to turn green. Mumbai isn’t a place known to be particularly kind towards its regular travellers. But the city, howsoever fast and furious, has its own moments of subtle compassion! Dull faced, handkerchief on my nose, trying to take care of the interfering [...]
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The clock finally struck 5 in the evening. It was time to see the sun in the backyard. Rahul’s routine was fixed. He would come back from school by 2pm, complete all of his school chores and assignments by 5, and spend an hour outdoors in the garden, mostly just playing with his football… alone. [...]
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Night fell in the hills, patches of dense fog in the pass blinding us on the bends through and through, more fearful than the rain that had just stopped… she leaned back against the seat and prayed with her eyes closed… how many times did it happen in the past? I tried to bring back [...]
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Monsoon is here and with it, a memory of joy it has to offer. I remember my school declaring an off on a thunder-bolted rainy day. They feared the wrath of merciless downpour upon children. Radio, newspapers and television declared they were anticipating harsh rains later that day. Those days, updates and instructions didn’t come [...]
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The bride of the Chowdhurys.... The huge mansion of North Kolkata, 32 Sarat Lane of sixties.... Her lips were so pink, her vermilion so red, Her kohl so black, her hair curled to her waist.... Indeed like deities. Her eyes were works of an immortal artisan, Lotus petalled and black; Her bangles and her anklets [...]
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