Gharonda

My earliest memory of a diwali gharonda is from my dadighar (paternal grandparents’ house) where my dadaji (grandfather) had got a permanent gharonda made with concrete. Although I don’t have a picture of the gharonda, it is etched in my memory. As a four-year-old I was totally fascinated by the two-storey structure with a balcony and neat little steps leading up to it from the ground floor. There were windows and doors and the gharonda looked so real. Every year it got a fresh coat of whitewash and looked as good as new.

Lockdown diaries -The Pani-Puri Challenge

This Corona-Lockdown has revealed two kinds of people. First, like me, who were satisfied with stocking enough rice, pulses, and aata (flour) to last them the month. Then there were those who took the lockdown by its horns and turned it into art. Now, before I proceed, let me tell you something that most of … Continue reading Lockdown diaries -The Pani-Puri Challenge

‘A City fit for Royals’ by Shweta Sinha #TheCityasMuse

This article of mine comes at the heels of a great personal loss. Nanaji… whose tales I grew up upon and who finds a mention here as well… this is for you.

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As an IT professional, Shweta Sinha has been to several places around the world. When what is seen is not enough, she loves conjuring up worlds through her writing. Her stories and articles have been published on Kinooze.com, a children’s news website, and in Woman’s Era. There’s more from her at https://shwetasheel.wordpress.com. An avid reader, Shweta believes books complete her world that she otherwise shares with her husband, two boys, parents and an aquarium full of colourful fishes.

Comment: Shweta’s intensely personal and emotional piece on Kathmandu delves deep into nostalgia, but leaves a mark by making a poignant statement about the ethos of her city.

A CITY FIT FOR ROYALS

Houses crumbling to dust, the air resounding with haunting cries, historic monuments turning to history – these images rocked the world only months ago. While they shook every heart, mine bled with an unfamiliar angst. For the city of…

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From the archives: Our journey to Yash Chopra Land – II

Continuing from where I left off.... A travelogue from my archives. (Read previous post here - https://shwetasheel.wordpress.com/2015/08/09/from-the-archives-our-journey-to-yash-chopra-land-i/) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Switzerland…. here I come Our city, Brugg, was exactly 34 minutes from Zurich airport or Flughafen (I was already learning the language) by Bahn, I mean, train. The journey gave me a preview of what I was … Continue reading From the archives: Our journey to Yash Chopra Land – II

From the archives: Our journey to Yash Chopra Land – I

Putting out my very first write-up / travelogue that I shared around with my friends and family - way before blogging came into being. Presenting Part -I ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ When Shailu had got this assignment for Switzerland, I had never thought of it that way. As the kind of one-song trips our Bollywood artistes make. It … Continue reading From the archives: Our journey to Yash Chopra Land – I

From the archives – The league’s day out at Ocean Park

Disclaimer All incidents narrated here are non-fictional. Any resemblance to persons living is purely intentional. Their tanned faces tell a story. A story of courage and endurance; a tale of bravery and perseverance. They dared tread those paths where few like to venture in. Yes, this is the saga of the journey into the liquid … Continue reading From the archives – The league’s day out at Ocean Park