My grandmother was born in a quaint little village in the laps of Sahyadri mountains. She was an ardent devotee of Lord Krishna who grew up listening to ‘Bhajans’ and Bhupalis’. One would always find her singing these devotional...
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19 Jul
It’s been a long time since my beloved Dida (maternal grandma) left from this world, leaving us in absolute stun and misery. She disappeared so discreetly, without notice, without burdening anybody, and without bidding farewell, that it has left...
03 Jul
“Face pe kitne pimples aagaye hai. Multani mitti kyun nahi apply karti?” “Manicure and pedicure kyun nahi kar waleti?” Don’t be mistaken; these words aren’t uttered by a random parlour aunty who keeps reminding me to visit the parlour...