Dear Readers, As a war unfolds where I live, every ordinary day becomes unordinary. Some random thoughts to make sense of today. I squeeze a lemon in lukewarm water and settle on my balcony. Sunrise is the time for the collective chirping of bulbuls on the khejri, neem and palash, standing obediently on the opposite …
Hiraeth- Partition Stories from 1947
My grandmother died almost ten years ago. I remember her last few years, when she would invariably express her desire to visit her maternal home, one that she hadn’t been to in a long time. One that was now just another version of the place she had once known. What is that one thing that …
A Hundred Quills 