I bought few beautiful peels today. New clothes clean, glazed, creased and perfumed. In summers we wear one peel like a banana In winters we turn onions. In many countries they remain onions even in summers, may be they keep their insides cool like that. Some people are full of fire, they remain peeled even in winters. It is intriguing, the plethora of peels– oranges, lychees, coconuts kiwi, potatoes corn and what not. Some don’t even know they have…
It was a matrimony grand and lavish by middle class Indian regulations: the henna, the bridal shower, ladies’ night out, wedding-alert, much music, singing, screaming and jubilation; the bride’s salon visit before the earliest lark to look drop dead gorgeous, and certainly not a tart. A huge gathering, about three hundred, palatial hall, a music band, the great Indian curry feast, fifty different dishes, fifteen different liquors , the music band to which all danced several hours sealed the…
First rose, from grampa’s bush went to my teacher, she was a pretty one. There was that rose I gave to my clever and smart friend because I wanted her as ‘my only’ friend. That one I got the first time he’d thought I was intelligent and taller. And then I got another and another Some of them found place in the special diary dried until the pages smelt rosy. Red, pink, fragrant ones accommodated many diaries. But time flies,…