There’s a tattoo on my wrist. Have I told you about it? I don’t think so… Even if I have, just bear with me this once and listen to the story again. The need to get inked started because well,…
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Grandmothers… & culinary legacies
When Rushina called me over a month ago, to tell me about her upcoming Marathi Mejwani session in the Culinary Legacy series at APB Cook Studio, I jumped with joy. She wanted to explore the cuisine of Maharashtra. The line-up…
My forever
Forever is scary… The idea, the concept, the eternity. But me, I like a defined quantity. One day, two months, three years, four decades… Give me a number, Don’t say forever. Forever is scary. My forever is until I am.…
Then & Now
Back then we woke up as we pleased, showered if we felt like it. Ate elaborate home-cooked meals and spent the afternoon on the couch watching reruns of FRIENDS. In the evening we stepped out for a walk/drive if we…
No sales. No discounts. Just a l’il bit R E S P E C T
Celebrate Women’s Day in style. 300 per cent off on cosmetics! This women’s day gift her a kitchen appliance! Women’s Day special. Gym memberships at 100 per cent off! It’s on TV, it’s on hoardings, it’s on print ads and…
Sexist banke Jiyo Parsi?
Late last night, scrolling over my Facebook timeline, I came across a brand new campaign by the Ministry of Minority Affairs to help the shrinking Parsi community. As someone married into a Zoroastrian Iranian family, I got excited and clicked…
The Big 3 O : Where Birthdays Graduate
For the last couple of years, I’ve had a mixed feeling about my own birthdays. Sure, I’d excited about the cake, the gifts and the attention. But each birthday was taking me closer to the end of my 20s. My…
One year. 365 days
Exactly a year ago, at 5.15 am someone called me. I just can’t remember who it was. ‘Papa gele,’ that voice announced. My papa. My grandfather was gone. Less than ten hours ago the doctors had predicted it. But I believed in…
Lessons from my Grandma
Being the oldest grandchild for both sets of grandparents meant that I got to share a special bond with them for a long period of my life. My paternal grandma — Manuaai has had a bout of serious illness. She’s…
Daily dose of happiness
In Mumbai, right from the morning paper, we begin to rant. And I’ve noticed that lately, I’ve been cribbing a bit too much. About the traffic, about the rickshawwala, about the lack of discipline, about the bai, about the dhobi,…