Yun na mil mujh se khafa ho jaisay Saath chal, mauj-e-sabaa ho jaisay [Meet me not in anger, beloved, Walk with me, like the morning breeze walks with spring] Φ A Mehdi Hasan rendition of the famous, Ehsan Danish ghazal, playing from a vinyl record, whitewashed walls, indoor plants, a carved lamp-stand, with a shade to […]
The last in the series of recipes with leftover love. The one about learning. The one about confronting your demons. Sometimes with chocolate, or bourbon.
It’s the last of winters and the slightest breeze brings forth a shower of dry leaves from the trees lining the streets. Very soon, the amaltaas will vie for attention along with the gulmohur and the bougainvillea. Bursts of yellow, red, and shocks of dark mauve and white will inspire some poetry flaming with love, […]
I miss the my dada a lot today. There’s no particular reason, except, perhaps, there are memories of finding a steady, constant source of sooth, comfort, strength and even healing, each time I found myself in pain. I feel a certain ghost of a pain in me sometimes, it doesn’t compare to the all-nighter stomach […]
1 I like the look of spring in some lanes in my city. The one outside my alma mater for example, is gorgeous. It is lined with old souls – trees – that have been witness to many stories, secrets, lives, travels, suns and moons, rains and rainbows. They’ve been home to ants scurrying about […]
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Reminiscing about fond memories from Radio HILA’s shows. You can listen at: hilapk.org/radio or go to the TuneIn app for your smartphone and search for Radio HILA.
This story is based on memories of living with, making a home with Nivedita Bhattacharjee, in Pune, in the years 2006-08. The account is purely fictional but very real too. Perhaps that is the dual nature of Memories.