Band Baaja Bedlam

    I heard the sound of the fabric ripping, one thread at a time, reverberating loudly and dramatically, sending a slow chill down my spine. The shimmering fragile cloth had finally given way after having endured the sheer atrocities that had been inflicted upon it in the past ten minutes. I had tried my…

Metrotextual: Traumatizing Tonds and Thundering Thighs

It was one of those scorching, humid Delhi days that found me entering the Rajiv Chowk Metro Station, steadily preparing myself for the onslaught of humanity that would follow. Taking a deep breath, I made my way with some difficulty, through the avalanche of people spilling out of the narrow metro doors of the general…

Match Maid In Heaven

“Pooro jonom eikhaanei pode thaako, gadha rokom mota hoye gaechho!”, declared Abera, our beloved domestic help, as she entered my room that morning. (You just lie here all day, your voluminous behind expanding by the second and your form growing in semblance to an obese donkey’s.) This wholesome and morale-uplifting musing was just another one…