Coals, Clouds and Cups of Tea

Most of us like the smell of wet mud, don’t we? After the rains are done beating hard against the surface of the earth like a peculiar case of violence, the air feels new, young and reborn. Why ‘peculiar’ you may ask? Well, however harsh its splashes are, there are no signs of bruises, cuts,…

Cooking Cinderella Dreams

I know she has arrived when I hear the soft dragging of her feet up the stairs sounding like the stealthy movement by a tiger’s paws on a freshly trimmed grass field. As she stretches her hand with fingers resembling creases left on a crushed white paper to open the door of our house, she…

Vermilion and the Bride

The vermilion glistened in the parting of your wet hair, Trickling down to kiss the bindi on the forehead fair It stopped an inch before, did not further dare…   Your earrings began rhythmic sway Caressing your hair; the pair stared at you in dismay The diamond perched on your nose winked a little You…

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Life: A riddle, game, joke or an abuse?

My metro rides are often accompanied by books or music. Reading about a woman’s struggle against an oppressive society within the comforts of an air-conditioned Ladies coach in the train or listening to Manna Dey’s ‘Zindagi Kaisi hai Paheli Hai’ while the surrounding crowd grooves to the beats of ‘Yeh Saali Zindagi ’ , I often…

Recreating Satyajit Ray’s ‘Patol Babu’ on stage

Human ambition, unfulfilled dreams and undying hope were portrayed with finesse in ‘Taramandal’, a theatrical representation of Satyajit Ray’s short story ‘Patol Babu, Film Star’ at the India Habitat Centre. Performed by the Tadpole Repertory, the play delved into the subject of human aspiration in all its complexities and styled it with a curtain of…