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Diapered
It’s just another day. Mamma and her 5-year-old baby (always-a-baby to me) are strolling down the supermarket aisle. “Mammai look!” shouts Baby. The whole world turns to look along with Mamma. And...
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Take a hike
Button had had enough of this new thing Mammai called hiking. As I cajoled, threatened and kissed her in turns, we made our way down the steep mountain-track. One tiny hand desperately clutched mine...
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The bus stops here
The day Apa started play school, she was a tot not yet three. I took leave from office because every movie/ad/Mom I had ever known had talked of how she would clutch at me and weep. And of how I would...
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Gunpowder
Finding our way through the bylanes of Hauz Khas, we attracted two black dogs sniffing at our toes. It was hot and humid as only Delhi can be and the restaurant was up an unknown distance of stairs...
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Happily ever after
The room is dark with the air conditioner humming comfortingly. I’m telling Apa a bedtime story – a politically correct version of Snow White. In this version today, as always, there’s no stepmom only...
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Brown Sahib in black and white
I have been thinking of it for days. And when I land up at Brown Sahib it seems exactly what I have been thinking of. Soothing, contemporary décor, Bhadralog waiters and a menu that annihilates my...
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Tirthan Valley
That the valleys of Himachal are flooded with tourists paragliding, rappelling, river-crossing, demolishing aloo-parathas in un-quaint roadside dhabas is no surprise. How could the nation vying for the...
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‘Scorpion’ Soup at Shringi Vatika
Shringi Vatika. It’s a small signpost in the middle of nowhere. But on the worldwide web, it’s a name you come across often when you’re exploring the Tirthan Valley. Which is why we stopped for a taste...
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Kainoosh
Marut Sikka’s Kainoosh is as different from his Magique as a pot is from a pan, as pasta is from gatta. On the other hand, Di and I visiting Kainoosh for lunch are completely alike in our love for all...
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Samode
“Hello!” I spoke excitedly into my phone. It was a sunny winter day and we were passing through Jaipur on our umpteenth doing-one-of-the-Rajasthani-circuits trip. Needing to break our journey, we were...
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