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...
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...
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...
The Widowed Mother and Her Four Children : A Mother’s Tale, Series 1
The art of storytelling is expensive and I am far too impoverished to acquire the art. But this mother's day, I would like to risk it...
Because, Love
Love Yes. That throbbing feeling of contentment Beating behind that cage of ribs Fats of breast And rivers of blood Heartache Ugh. The delusion of...
The Day My Town Went Up in Flames : Remembering the Wino Bazaar Inferno
One lazy Monday afternoon, while the winds were teasing the floating dry leafs and students were grieving inside the Ukhrul Higher Secondary School trying to...