“Take my saris,” you plead,
“I no longer wear these.”
But I always refuse. Read the rest of this entry
Yesterday at the dinner table.
It’s September 21st. It’s already the 22nd back home. I am reminiscing about that terrible night 19 years ago. The night since when a phone call from India always made me assume the worst. Because that night a phone call did convey the worst. My father was no more. Read the rest of this entry
(All images courtesy Bhairavi Remitha)
There she sat, in all her demure softness; decked in a pristine white bodice while her frilly, lacy golden brown skirt billowed around her in scalloped perfection. She sat waiting, waiting for her beloved, shooting coy glances towards him. Read the rest of this entry
Back in the days
The first leaves of our notebooks
Were free of writing,
Save for our names and grades. Read the rest of this entry
The philosopher Blaise Pascal once remarked, “Cleopatra’s nose, had it been shorter, the whole face of the world would have been changed.” Something tells me it wasn’t just the nose that would have changed the history of the world. A nose ring perhaps.
Just take a gander through history and literature and look at the havoc created by the various accessories women use to adorn themselves. Maybe it wasn’t havoc all the time, but you have to admit that the various trinkets women wear have played significant roles in many tales.