Ive always had a boho heart. I want to always try. A lot of people interpret that as not caring about how one looks. And thats fine too. Ive grown to not care about how others perceive me, but more a...
At fourteen, we had a chapter from the Mill on the Floss in our English book. As an exercise we were asked to write a character sketch for Maggie. I massively enjoyed writing about her and Stev...
The sleeping Buddha I admit reading an article in one of these newspapers and feeling the weirdness of someone else owning Rama. Being so used to having His stories in the Indian context only, Im not...
I have the *most* gentle parents. One of their neighbours used to call them Ram-Sita. Sometimes Id think this was all too naive. Or perhaps, they are just above the nonsense most people struggle with...
Ever since our childhood, we had a few car-less, chartered bus rides to the central part of the capital. Our recently lost small town-ness meant recognizing bus stops by huge skyscrapers. I cant seem...
...Has led to interesting letter and card discoveries. Of late. Wasnt disappearing from the blog, just getting new closets and discarding nonsense. Till I found the most uniquely written letters and ...
In my pop-tech borrowed wisdom, a geek looking person said- the world now isnt what any of us imagined it to be in the past. And thus, we must mindfully restrain ourselves from extrapolating the past...
While at college, papa visited me a few times. Once on JM road, around lunch, not so accidentally we were joined by a friend of mine. I hate ordering food. More so, with papa on the this is so expens...
Considering I need avomin to survive a hill drive, Im not sure how hill loving I am, aber maybe now I can reconcile and think I like climbing. Or just the thrill of being able to climb and then look ...
I got an email this week. It took me back to scooty rides with a burst tire in the middle of a busy road, my first birthday card on a birthday outside of home and many many fresh memories. A classroo...
When I was much younger, in the summer of 2005, I worked with a very nice boss (really nice) and would often ask him profound questions right in the morning. I was always so curious. During those day...
I love Rafi the best. When I saw Shagird first and heard this song, I had loved it so much that I had decided it was my absolute favourite song (of course its an impossible task to find that). Ma say...
On days of perfect songs and settings. Everywhere Catalonic from upasna kakroo on Vimeo. Can you hear me calling Out your name You know that Im falling And I dont know what to say Ill speak a little ...
Shivratri is a particularly long festival at home, for all self-respecting Kashmir hindus, I assume. We are what they call Gurits (a sect thats just infinitely more strict about rules. Grandfather sp...
I dont think I am a big fan of Delhi in conventional ways and yet I feel trapped, kaun jaaye zauq per Dilli ki galliyan chodd kar. Aber, I cant talk enough about how comfortable my life is post ...
Im not sure if Ash is going to write what she promised she would. We were playing this game. She writes what sticks out to her. I write what I remember, a Monday and some weekend hours later. I think...
Talking mit a friend, and then this same post, which I have been wanting to write for the longest time took shape again. Because there used to be days, when Id feel... In my life, Oh, why do I give v...
Ever thought what your personal golden record, left to wander in space would contain? I see myself some days mortally scared of losing memories, hence the grandmother on Facebook, hence the blog...
In the train, we sang Hemant Kumar and Rafi, in a random order. We recalled stanzas one by one, mixing them, most times, lost in matching tunes to words. It didnt matter that the people around us wer...
I dont really adore Facebook so much, especially when people use it only to stalk and gossip unnecessarily, aber every time I am with my grandmother, all technology takes up a new happy meaning....
A golden temple Exceptionally non-maaz shopkeepers who *really* care about selling the jutis, not the ones in Dilli who are doing you a favour if they sell you something Mittran ...
I am spending less time on the blog and more of it with mountain goats (a couple). Im not sure how Ill live through the end of this month. How is it even allowed to end? My 12 favouriteness from Janu...
I am scared mother will slap me for writing it. But I cant not share it. Sisters come home with a lot of gifts, and we were all very thrilled- I got my new camera already! I love it (some birthday gi...
Oer the neue Jahr weekend maid, me and mom landed in Vrindavan. Id been wanting to go there a while, and it was strange that in all these years in Delhi, I never had. The first sight, isnt pretty. Th...
Grandmother once told me, as kids, they would buy Pashmina wool, and use the Yendr (Spinning wheel) and sell back very fine yarn to shopkeepers, for twenty rupees worth of financial independence and ...
I feel very grateful that this year has moved past really quickly, and I have finally managed- meeting and calling people. I feel much more normal having met people I wanted to meet a while, coincide...
The boy asked the girl to marry him in quite a way. Filmy. And largely nice. Candles, and songs and an odd ring. So, I came back, dying to tell ma about it. I continued (unable to stop) about how the...
Ru asked in the last blog where one could read the unposted letters. (While the plan is to have a book,) You can see whats been coming through already! :-) I really liked this one to the lady wh...
I have often wondered about intimacy in personal communication. Most times, I feel, letters just mean a lot more to me. I am able to share more. I feel far more satiated. One could argue its largely ...
from a mid December night, last year Kyun desh videsh phire maaraKyun haal behaal thakha haaraKyun desh videsh phire maaraTu raat beraat ka banjaara [Why do you flit between your land and the foreign...
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