Travelogue
Of Songs, Thresholds, and Slippers
A new song sung; nay, belted out by a familiar female voice floods the car as Idrive to the library one morning— Main thaare paon ki jutti na Ke jad jee kare per li utaar di I’m not the slipper on...
Aap, Hum and Comfort in a Banarasi Traffic Jam
Subah Banaras, shaam Banaras Rehta har dum jam Banaras Morning Banaras, evening Banaras Stuck forever in a jam (traffic) Banaras Khatt-khatt-khattak—khatt-khatt-khattak—the rhythm of the train, a...
Bravo! By the Danube
“What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.” W. H. Davies A couple of years after relocating from London to Doha, I found myself struggling with my first existential...