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Indigo diaries
Read more: Indigo diariesThey were among the first ones to go up. Flapping back and forth on the flimsy wire, my eyes kept returning to those printed dupattas as the tables were padded up with layers of white cloth. Were we to make these? Seated outside, on the lawns of the Bhau Daji Lad museum for the Dabu…
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Small joys
Read more: Small joysIt’s always about the simpler things in life with the boy from the hills. Of brushing off one’s shoes, encounters with snakes and centipedes, and jam, loads of it! Only this time not as Rusty, but as Ruskin himself as he recounts the years spent with his father in Delhi. It’s of course a long long…
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Microcosm
Read more: MicrocosmThe ghats are where the action is. Walk alongside and you will find kids playing cricket on each stretch. In the evenings, a premier league, replete with commentators, and a crowd you have to zip past to avoid being hit. Afternoons are about cards with tea. Also, to repair the boats that will be pushed…
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Becoming a child at Kahani Tree
Read more: Becoming a child at Kahani Tree“Aaaaaaaaccchhhooooooooooooooooooooooooo” Blork! Bluurf! I seem to have caught Gajapati Kulapati’s cold. Just wait till I catch hold of that elephant again! I feel a little biffsquiggled with this cold to be honest. But what I was saying was…when I walked in to Kahani Tree, an independent bookstore in Prabhadevi, I had but a few cats in…
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A bibliophile’s guide to the city’s bookstores
Read more: A bibliophile’s guide to the city’s bookstoresThe last time I visited a bookstore (which was just last week), I sat down to read Neil Gaiman’s The View from the Cheap Seats: incidentally, a chapter wherein he talks about his favourite bookstores. It ends like this: “Writing this, all those bookshops come back, the shelves, and the people…I wonder who I would have been,…