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.
This book is a unique mix of romance and suspense. It is fast-paced and gripping. Almost like a thriller. One awesome debut by Kanchana Banerjee!
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
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
Firecrackers in a distance. It's five in the morning, and I had just woken up. Somewhere the morning Arghya was going on offcourse! I visualized men and women, dipped upto their waists in freezing cold water, offering their prayers to the rising sun. And instantly I was transported several years ago to my childhood days, … Continue reading Chhat and nostalgia
Swachh Bharat - quite an impressive campaign. The Prime Minister yielding a broom, pictures of employees sweeping their workplace, pledges by larger-than-life personalities, all of this gives us a hope to see a cleaner India. And yet, it is more than a one-day effort. It has to be a 'sweeping' change in the mindset. This … Continue reading What a Filth!
She slowly picked up the pieces and tried to live as Sameer would have wanted her to. He liked to see her smile and be happy. She kept him alive in her heart. She had never imagined life without him. Yet, some days when she returned to an empty house, she did long for company.
Who is calling / messaging me so early? Even before my morning alarm? I thought only birds woke up this early to catch the worms. I see a message from my dad. And it says "Happy birthday beta"
Everywhere there was a loud cry of war. All passengers were arguing in favour of it offcourse. I noticed the girl was quiet and so were her in-laws.
"It is so easy for everyone to talk of war. But for us, the families of the army men, it is the hardest time of all."
"Hey you know, yesterday another army man died and another was injured at the border, fighting some insurgents," I said. "Ya things keep happening there everyday." I was frankly quite shocked at this remark. I never expected such casual attitude towards that man who laid down his life so we could live fearlessly. So we … Continue reading An ode to the army man