Of 2015 and resolutions and the Tales of Bjorn Borg

Hello, you! Guess which of your favourite bloggers has taken up more than a dozen New Year’s Resolutions (the sacred vows that nobody keeps… oh wait, That’s a wedding.) aND ACTUALLY MANAGED TO FOLLOW ALL OF THEM FOR TEN WHOLE DAYS. Guess. gUESS. This is a big deal primarily because I have managed to keep…

Of winter and birthdays and new beginnings

‘allo, you! (I have been reading a lot of Poirot lately. The faux-French accent he talks with in my head is weirdly addictive. Also here’s Hugh Laurie speaking French at an award show. That man.) I know I promised I’d be back in a week, but I spent last week panicking about my exam and…

Of Autumn and Misfits and Game of Thrones.

I’m back! Hurray, confetti, parade, etc, etc. I love you all (platonically and in a panda-like way) and I have missed talking to you, or at you, or, you know, just generally clacking away at a keyboard in the hope that someone out there has been listening. #Goddesses is over. It feels strange, to announce…

Goddesses #5: Anamika

You wake up in the morning. It is warm. The sun melts in at the window. Muffled drums echo through the houses. It is shashti, the sixth day of the goddess. You wake up sad-eyed, miserable-tongued, and chide yourself for being abyss-minded. You call on your mother, you find her excited, dressed in a sari,…

Goddesses #4: Nirbhaya

They were a quiet, religious family of five.   The father, Mr. Mukherjee, ran a chain of sari boutiques in the para. They had three daughters: Durga, the eldest, and Lakshmi and Saraswati, the twins. All three sisters were gifted, but Durga- oh, she was in a different league altogether. Tall, fair, and doe-eyed, she…

Goddesses #3: Brihannala

We are up to our knees in muddy water, marvelling at the roars, thick as incense in the air.  ‘Ashchhe bochhor, abar hobe! Bochhor bochhor, abar hobe!’ Come next year, it will come again- year upon year it will come. The crowd, an organic, seething thing full of sequinned swaying and well-timed tears and intoxicated…

Goddesses #2: Kanya

                           A deep breath. She scrounged for air in all the wrong places, where she could not find any.   What about angels? She had none, or so she believed.   What about love? She found it, for a brief moment in time….

Goddesses #1: Jara

    Crisp, white hair and an ivory salwaar kameez; she looked out-of-place in that over-crowded general compartment of the evening train. How she managed to find enough space for herself as well as her small duffel bag, is beyond me. People were everywhere, arms poking out towards the roof to desperately hold on to…

Of Goddesses

Hello. It’s been a while. And I have missed you so, so much. “You” being the hypothetical audience I imagine I’m talking to when I write here. You realise that I have no actual proof you exist, right? But I prefer Schrodinger’s thought-process here, choosing to look on the optimistic side of it: you do…

Of TV shows, wolves and all things beautiful

Right, so I have been trying to make myself write this post for the past two weeks and a half, but partly due to terror, partly due to horrendous illness and ridiculous amounts of phlegm and partly due to, well, life, my mind and creativity refused to co-operate with my inner sense of duty. Today,…