Home...being on the edge of a forest…being on the 2nd floor of the building…being a corner apartment, manages to be functional without thick curtains. Sunlight, fresh air, traffi...
With festivals, lights, crackers, wind and rain ( not this year), October leaves the mountains with fanfare and pomp, leaving behind quiet sunny days and bright blue skies with the Himalayas lithograp...
Monsoon clouds being pushed away by September sunshine. Festivals and fun preceding the frosty arrival of winter. Little Mili revelling in her new found adult attractiveness ( and giving me some old f...
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 wit...
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 lo...
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...
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, col...
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 ( ...