The Christmas Bell and the Caretaker(s)
With a soft grunt, he rolled off his warm bed, Slipped on the rubber shoes under the bed, Pulled over the windproof jacket The knitted...
Christmas in Manipur: Torched Vehicles for Bonfires; Edgy Stones for Jaggeries
Well, not exactly Christmas since it's six days away but you get the idea right? A recap to my Non-Manipuri readers, Manipur, also proudly proclaimed...
Who will Walk the Talk? The Need for Women Leaders in Naga Society
(this piece was originally written for Nagadao bi-yearly magazine by NSUD April-October 2016 issue) “when women move forward the family moves, the villages moves, and...
A Sack Full of Clothes: A Christmas Tale
I've been sitting on this story for a while now. I mean, it would brush past my mind at times and leave no trace of...
The Passive Aggressive Racist
I've seen racism in my audiences. For example, I've seen people laugh at every other group, but then clam up when it comes to their...
Nostalgia on a Thursday Morning: Me, Brother & Our Tiffin Box
It's 3 am and I am sitting here in my shabby room in Delhi trying to put together an SKU, flipping through folders, eyes glued to the...
The Man Who Traded His Wife
Long ago, when our gods were plenty and the sacrifices untold, when trees were revered and lands- sacred, there in the little corner of a...
All She Wanted was to Remember: A Mother’s Tale, Series 4
When it comes to dealing with memory loss, the famous Korean movie “A moment to remember” and the Hollywood hit “The Notebook” pops up. I reckon...
The Fruit of Her Labor was Sweet: A Mother’s Tale, Series 3
For my third series today, I want to open it with a quote from Jodi Picoult ~ “My mother… she is beautiful, softened at the...
A Deer was All She Wanted to Be: A Mother’s Tale, Series 2
To put together stories that will, in some way, paint the picture of a mother’s love is quite challenging. Not because the stories are sparse...