When countries are divided, the stories that endure need not be catastrophic. My grandma's memories of one of the greatest human migrations are bundled into small, bright oranges.
Chhatth Puja, a celebration of the sun, is an integral part of Bihari cultural life. But what has stayed with me is the harsh aesthetics of it all. A sea of humanity amid all the muck of the riverfronts. The blaring loudspeakers, the long traffic jams, the arguments on the roads.
Like clockwork, when resident tinfoil hat expert Subramanian Swamy says something silly, we chuckle and shake our heads. But he has a PhD from Harvard.
Inter-caste marriages in India are fraught with danger, as the high-profile honour killing of Premulla Pranay by his father-in-law in Telangana proves. Monika and Vikramjeet knew their inter-caste marriage would anger people, but they had no idea that they would have to be on the run for 12 years, escaping their murderous family.
An important thing that every beard proprietor needs to remember is that having a big beard is not an achievement. And just because everyone can sport one, that doesn’t mean everyone should.
With Gulzar, the more you discover, the more you crave. Even when I didn’t know it, Gulzar was all around. That is how enmeshed his songs and lyrics are in our lives – and how our lives are reflected in them.
The Jungle Book was my ticket out of the crowds and noise of Mumbai to the unspoiled beauty of the Indian jungle. No homework. No rude bus conductors. The Seeonee Hills and the thick, fragrant forests of central India were my emotional retreats.
On Gulzar Sahab’s 86th birthday, I can’t help but reminisce on the relationship I developed with his prodigious artistry with words, early on in life. Gulzar Sahab is the reason I can, without trying, use words like aabshaar (waterfall), taskeen (contentment), and ruhaniyat (spirituality) when I want to.