It might seem that I’m opposed to all Indian festivals but I’m actually, not. Not even to today’s grand occasion of Raksha-bandhan. Well, I have no problem with honoring the sibling relationship. If anything, I’m all for occasions that remind you to be grateful for the presence of special people…
Today’s short story is about the power of lines – physical and intangible. The prompt was a famous Bollywood dialogue, which also appears in the story.
I razzed up an antique tussar silk saree with a different drape and an unusual accessory. This was for a friend’s wedding.
I drag feet of clayThrough a day too longFlap through the slime of bad moodsTo islands of coherent thoughtAnd prepare for the battle of the sore back I fidget in my chairAnd remember too late,I’m wearing whiteI work late so the paper’s pristineAnd so no one sees the stains when…
A review of ‘Salt & Saffron’ by Kamila Shamsie
Contrasting the Indian middle class through the decades via ads.
A book launch and a fusion store launch at two ends of the city on a muggy day. What did I wear?
I think this is my favorite part of being Indian in India. A mouthful of heaven in a plate of panipuri.
I was under the impression that Ikat was an Orissa-based textile print craft with close cousins in the southern Pochampalli. The internet however, informs me that this art form is also present in Indonesia, Cambodia and other parts of Central Asia. In the recent times, these intricate line-based designs have…
Take one white shirt. Pick up a paint brush and the remains of earlier painting projects. Grab an old comic book of the Amar Chitra Katha persuasion. Copy a ubiquitous picture of a woman in the lehenga-choli-chunari garb. Colour brightly. The man is a little trickier as this West-Indian costume…