पुरवइया (Purvaiya -- The Easterly Wind)
My father loved nature. He had a keen appreciation for the outdoors, despite (or perhaps because of) living in city where green spaces...
A lesson in the examination hall
It was my first exam in college as an undergrad. I had taken up English literature as my major, and in those days, the entire assessment...
Reminiscences
I'm not sure when I began to truly grasp the fact that my father was struggling with a disabling mental illness. Perhaps, it was around...
Becoming 'capable'
My first lessons in critical thinking came from my mother, and the lessons were often delivered with a twinkle in the eye. One day, while...
Remembering Ma
My mother was one of the most patient people I knew...and the most amazing of teachers. Married at the age of 16, Ma didn't have the...
“Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle”
Many years ago, on one of my visits to Sunday Book Bazaar, I picked up a book and asked the bookseller the price. He replied rudely,...
