I wonder what will become of my beloved books and driftwood art after me. The thought of them being neglected or thrown away gives me jitters; more than the fear of death itself
Gamak Ghar is a personal testimony, an ode to a house that has been abandoned.
These memories of those times are precious to us. We are now living in abundant times where everything is so accessible and so dispensable. The joy is certainly not as much as it used to be when we went to watch films in those single screen theatres.
We knew from growing up in the pre-liberalisation era that re-purposing things was a way of life. Hand-me-downs were normal. We even overwrote the songs on old cassettes with the new ones.
Nostalgia is like wearing rose-tinted glasses but on some nights, it is good to return to the good old days when a condom could transform into a piglet and an antenna was the medium through which we saw the world outside of our little worlds
Ashutosh Salil is an IAS officer. This is his diary of how five years of legal education opened a new world for him.
Maharashtra cadre IAS officer Ashutosh Salil writes on how recurring floods disrupting the lives of people in Bihar, year after year, led to the addition of an extra season.
A civil servant and author provides glimpse of his warm memories from his days in Cambridge to his travels through Maharashtra
In those simpler times, bullfrogs croaking to monsoon rains were an unending cause for entertainment and curiosity that is sadly lacking in the big city.
At times I feel sad and uprooted. But more often than not, I feel liberated, knowing well that I am not tied to any one place like my mother is.
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