On my first day in the village of Kandbari, where I've now spent more than 4...
About Learning: The Stories I Told Myself
As a student of Bengali medium Government aided school, I used to consider...
My Experience With House Hunting In Rural India
Disclaimer: This piece is a light take on my experience in finding a house in...
When I Say Home…
I grew up hearing my father's stories about his village where he spent his...
Schooling In Indian Education System: Then & Now
This world is a school, every living being is a teacher, situations in our...
Nothing Is Holding Me Back Anymore
It is a beautiful Saturday afternoon. I’m lounging in The Tea Room for a much...
Ganesh Festival Fever In Mhaswad, Maharashtra
Every year, in the month of September, a festive madness in the name of a...
यार प्रेमचंद और दोहरी वास्तविकता
“प्रेमचंद मुझे दो आँख नहीं भाता!”
कभी-कभी तो यूँ लगता है बचपन में कार्टून नेटवर्क देखा होता तो भला होता, यूँ दूरदर्शन पर ना ईदगाह देखते ना ऐसे विचार घर करते| वो कहानी टेलिविषन पर आई और चली गयी पर अपने सवालो का गट्टा भूल गयी और आज तक ढो रहे है उन्ही को…
Loosening The Grip
Falling water has a charm to it. And from wherever it may fall, it is a sight to behold. Rain is essentially falling water. Its sound attracts the most or perhaps the feel of its droplets softly pricking our body does, if we are willing to let it touch us and are not...
The Luggage Stool…
...That’s how I am humbly introduced today, in the bamboo factory, to what more liberal folk call a bar stool. I say liberal not meaning urban or “developed” but people who are less euphemistic in their approach. After a creative yet monotonous day of weaving mats, I...