Bulbbul released on Netflix India has generated quite the necessary buzz on social media enough to pique and revisit the haunting legends of witches and Chudails in popular Indian lore with feet turned backwards especially in the backdrop of a bloody red moon. Anvita Dutt’s yarn starts off with a…continue reading →
A local Bahubali (strongman)in a Hindi TV serial wheels in his heavily-in-labour wife to a private nursing home and holds the hospital staff hostage at gunpoint that his wife must deliver their unborn son at a certain auspicious muharat (prescribed hour) so that he grows up to become the CM…continue reading →
I earned my first 4 anna'*( 25 paise) in life for peeling boiled potatoes as a 5-year old and also learned it is ok to contribute to the household and command a price for it. It is a skill not every 5-year old had acquired then. Everything doesn't have to…continue reading →
From marking on the yearly planner bought from Archies, the precious few moved to the little black book of birthdays. Cards were no longer fancy, E-cards were so swish!You could design and do whatever you pleased. You waited for days for that thrilling email that the card was lovely. And,…continue reading →
"What is mobile number, What is you smile number What is your style number Karun kya dial number Hoga phir aana jana Dede koi easy number..." - Haseena Maan Jayegi (1999) I never thought Sonu Nigam's rather cheesy but superhit song from 2 decades ago would be so prophetic and…continue reading →
I encountered Neha Bindal's Table for One on Instagram. I also apparently won a giveaway contest of a copy of the book by @jugnitravel but I'm yet to receive it. Got it downloaded during Happy Hours on V's Kindle and finished it easy-breezy in 3 hours or so while i…continue reading →
My movie going partners are many. Most times,V and me. Sometimes, V's mom and me. Other times, our boys and me. Sometimes, my mother and me. A few times, my sister and me. With friends, a few times. At times, my company and me. So this time it was V's…continue reading →
Mumbai is scorching with round 2 of summer post-monsoon. How cool to be transported to breezy Pune and catch familiar glimpses of Magarpatta, Viman Nagar and a quaint restaurant. How soothing to hear Radhika Apte talk like a regular Puneri after Hunterrr(err..I forget how many 'r's actually).How Caravan-like to hear…continue reading →
I got introduced to Khaled Hosseini in the year 2004, when i spotted a solitary copy of "The Kite Runner" at a quaint family run bookshop, one sleepy afternoon in Shillong. The book stayed with me until a few years ago, it has gone missing from my collection. My husband…continue reading →
Those wasted years, those lost opportunities. The ghost of imagined happiness peering at the window. Pining at every slipping moment. That lost appetite, that hairfall by the clumps. That voice gone hoarse and quivering. The flowers that bloom out of fear. That mighty ego that thrives. We eat to keep…continue reading →