Category: The Hamlet

Medical college and late teens–great combination for perfecting the art of making and believing in wild proclamations. “No Gynae and Obs specialising for me. Imagine working with and for women, all the time. Imagine emotional outbursts and tears, at the drop of a hat. No sir, no women-stuffed-workplace for me”. Fast forward three decades..I have […]

This month

May 30th, 2017 by

May, the month which brings every aspect of summer into life…from early dawn grey skies, to pine needles showering down on brown hill slopes, to busloads of tourists with selfie inclinations, and long car processions winding down the roads to bring a bride home. Its the month when I am found sitting in this balcony […]

Random Thursday

March 16th, 2017 by

Winter still reigns supreme here. Holi has been celebrated, but the trees remain stark and bare, sleeping dogs curl up into tight jalebis, heaters and electric blankets continue to be used and blessed, and knitting happens aplenty. The knitters got their first experience of “steeking” this Wednesday. This a process by which one cuts up the […]

The Holi week

March 6th, 2017 by

The one festival which would be avoided totally while I lived in cities and cantonments. That one festival which I never missed in those twelve years abroad. Holi, with its attendant wet clothes, colours in the ears and fingers, water balloons and relentless smearing of gulaal, was best enjoyed from behind closed doors, watching the […]

This is a purely personal reckoner, based on my conversations and observations in the past 5 years. I am writing about people who have chosen to leave the city, move permanently to quiet hill towns ( not just Ranikhet) and who keep open homes. Folks here are wonderful at inviting people to visit them. Family, […]

Eating NIMBU

December 23rd, 2016 by

The knitters came home for their last session in 2016. Sunlight streamed into the house and found animated chatter, busy knitting needles and preparations for that most delectable ceremony of winter days…eating “NIMBU”. You need to sample this before you can understand my delight and excitement about this. Winters make big yellow lemons appear on […]

Winter is when the mountains are to be savoured, the brisk cold wind to be sniffed , the bright clear sunshine to be soaked, and the clear blue sky to be admired. It is the season for brief meetings with friends over tea and talk, for long walks in the forest, for quiet evenings with […]

A vacation in my own town

November 18th, 2016 by

This is a week of new experiences. Today is the third day, and I am rather delighted with having  chosen to try out something different. I am living in a cosy, warm cottage set amidst towering juniper trees and brooding oak trees. In the background, some thick and shaggy-with-peeling-bark, ancient eucalyptus trees soar to the […]

Wisps of winter

October 12th, 2016 by

The monsoon clouds refused to go away, the clear-blue winter skies and that bright sun …nope, they refused to come out too. The mountains remained shrouded in their misty veils and every morning was foggy and misty. The unravelling and knitting of the last disaster continued, in fits and bursts and snips and soft curses. Any […]

Just talking

September 30th, 2016 by

Last evening, my friend called up to discuss her project. In our home, for good reception on the mobile, I have to rush out to the balcony, look at a specific dead tree ( while ignoring the other three) and begin talking. It can be a trifle disconcerting for the caller, hearing me yell Hi, […]