Six yards of memories

My mother wore sarees for the most part. In the last couple of decades, the salwar kameez wriggled into her closet, becoming the preferred garb. In the last decade or so, she added trousers to her wardrobe and sarees became occasional wear. She finds them inconvenient now. The irony is she did a lot more … Continue reading Six yards of memories



Sometimes the hills look like they've come closer to my balcony. Perhaps, they moved in the night when I was asleep.  I like to think that there was a mystical time when mountains flew and trees walked. But that would have before man was born. The magic locked itself in as Pandora opened her box. … Continue reading Daydreaming¬†