The Hamlet

My evening walk is usually a brisk trot down this sun-dappled, leafy, quiet road. It is flanked by pine and oak trees and the Himalayan ranges pop up in the gaps between the branches. I meet g...

Of course, it's a new day today and there will be some new cloud formations, some adventurous mists climbing the mountain slopes, and all the surprises which the monsoons bring. But today, its abou...

It has been raining through the night. The steady rhythm of rain has been drumming a lullaby on the tin-roof of the cow-shed. I can hear the  fretful restlessness of the pregnant buffalo, I can feel t...

A fortnight was flown past since the last painter stepped out of the house, leaving little paint splashes and sploshes on unexpected surfaces. Two weeks whooshed away in de-cluttering and holding obj...

Ten days of locking myself in...without locks or bolted doors or hidden keys. Ten days of whirling up an indoor tsunami and dumping everything in a totally alien spot. Shoes inside the washing machin...

It's three years today. 3 years of being " Mala Rani " ( name for saving my mobile number--I am hopelessly efficient at forgetting one of those 10 digits), of wondering what day/date/month/year when a...

March has dripped into existence today. At 6 am, I can hear raindrops drumming a slow staccato rhythm on the tin ledges. Its dark and cold outside--winter is putting up a strong fight, but spring wit...

Last Sunday,while Australia and India slugged it out in an initial World Cup match, in that distant island/continent, I watched the  nail-biting final match of the Govindpur Cup. For company and chee...

It's a cold, cold dawn at 6 am. The dense black sky still has a carpet of shimmering fading stars and the first rose tint over the great Himalayas has yet to happen. My January project continues to t...

These are the coldest days of the year. We started the New Year with dire predictions of cloudy with a chance of snow ( on the hills and trees) and meatballs (on the dinner table). Two days of drip...