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Letters To Delhi From A Mumbai Girl
Delhi & Mumbai, two definitions of what it means to me. A nostalgic, dramatic legacy? Or a rags-to-riches renegade?
Delhi
BOOK REVIEW: Home – Manju Kapur | Coming Back To Me
A lovely return to my late 20s where books absorbed me with a rigour I did not experience in my social or professional life. It was like coming home.
My Sense Of Safety Trumps Your Right To My Acceptance
An Indian student was denied an internship because of India’s complicity in rape culture. Is it about race or safety?
C is for City
I had an idea for a non-fiction piece when I realised today’s A2ZChallenge prompt ‘C’ would carry a story version well, if I said it stood for City.
Vegetable Shopping
Once, during my winter vacations, my grandmother sent me downstairs to buy some vegetables. I knew nothing about veggies of course but her reassuring face hovered above from the balcony as she said she would point out the fresh ones from the rest. So I skipped down the stairs to…
Recessive Gene
Let me tell you about my recessive gene. It involves idlis, questionable pronunciations and the Great South Indian Software Dream.
A Song Of colour
Main aur mera camera
Aksar yeh baatein karte hain…
Mere dono sheher are tributes to colour