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 Today is the sixth anniversary of the day I last met Ankit Chadha, a brilliant young dastango, a teller of tales par excellence.  I wrote a...

I can't remember now whether the children gave my husband two pairs of lounge pants on his birthday a couple of years ago, or on Raksha ...

 My life seems to be conspiring to get me to blog more regularly.  About a week ago I had, very meticulously, taken printouts of some travel...

On the eve of my (much neglected) blog's sixteenth birthday, I share with you, gentle readers, some mango musings. The spouse and I usua...

 I have had the privilege of knowing Prerna Jain for a while now, and it is truly a privilege. Besides her great personal warmth and hospita...

 Last December's writing challenge Five minutes of breathing in and breathing out: Everything that comes to mind. Breathe In, Breathe ...

  Today is very special for me as it marks my father's 100th birthday. This photograph is about thirty years old, taken on the occasion ...