Sunday morning in Bandra | A slow walking itinerary

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Mumbai forms an intrinsic backdrop to most of my books and stories. I describe in extensive detail what I love about this city, which is pretty much everything; the diversity, the unique local mannerisms, the effortlessly hip crowd, the mish-mash tiny houses, the exasperating heat, the torrential rains, the typical […]

Misfits | A short story

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I left him. If you ask me why I couldn’t tell you. It was not one thing, it was many. Perhaps, in the end, it was the question of what I loved about him, and I couldn’t say anymore. We’d been together long enough for me to have forgotten. So, […]

Bitter | A short story

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Gouri mashi moved in with my parents after her husband died. Her husband’s wealth had funded our family for years; she had no children, and she said she was lonely and would like my parents’ company in her old age. In any case, I was getting married and moving away, so […]

Paper Cut | A short story

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It was during the early monsoons that Little Pinky realized her family was in trouble. It started with noting her father’s transformation into an anxious, irritable insomniac. Since the end of summer, he’d started working longer hours, and came home piss-drunk at night. He looked terribly haggard too, his sparse […]

Yoga and my screaming mind

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“Should I give up on Yoga?” I ask myself this. Much too often. But time and again, I come back.   Let me start by admitting with some shame — I suck at Yoga. The poses are too hard, the contortions unbelievable, and the instructions hardly decipherable over the protests of […]