'Aparajita' or unvanquished. Blue pea.   I. You plant something and you think – this is mine, this bougainvillea, this blue ...

  The colour of distance was a kaleidoscope – glass shards, shiny dreams mixed in with river gravel, wildflowers flattened by raindrops,...

  Didn’t you always crave a lemon tree, a mango or two, the smell of summer? A clematis trailing the exposed bricks? Didn’t you always...

  I do not know your music tastes, I do not know your friends. Both you and I are short of space, in between continents. And you and I are b...

  You used to remember the exact page, now you find yourself reaching for bookmarks and put it down to incipient age – the wrists a bi...

  I’ve had my share of heartbreak, so I know that extremes of emotions don’t endure,  the pinnacles of happiness and sorrow we reach t...

  I don’t know this city without your footprints marking out the roads, buildings, the streetlights glinting on your glasses, your voice...

  You can watch the birds from the terrace here. The tangle of wires slices the sky thin and shrinks the views, but still, it’s been a g...

  View from shikara. May-June 1981. A long ago and far away Kashmir. All night long I dozed fitfully dreamt of elephants crossing the Alps...

  Well, yeah, survived the challenge for the 12th year. Which Google Chacha tells me is called a duodecad. So I'm a duodecadal survivor....

  All this month I am writing about our amazing Indian handlooms, a quick but captivating dive into the saree specifically, a garment worn b...