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Gandhi and Sabarmati Ashram

Sabarmati Ashram is a pilgrimage. No visit to Ahmedabad can be complete without spending at least a few hours in the Ashram. When I lived in Ahmedabad, way back in the 90s, very often I would find myself at this … Continue reading

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Nathdwara, Lord Krishna and Picchwais

A Themed Week on Instagram featuring posts on Lord Krishna brought me face to face with a treasure I knew I possessed, to which sight I woke up every morning but somehow I never connected the dots. I am talking … Continue reading

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A glimpse of an era gone by

As you walk along narrow lanes and through old bazaars vestiges of what must have been a good life once pop up. This little shop is no more than a kiosk tucked away at the far end of the Mall … Continue reading

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On a cold and wintry night

On a cold and wintry night Walking down the street Homeward bound Alone yet not alone In a city which never dies Buzzing with activity A pair of hands came forward Help thought I They reached from behind They groped … Continue reading

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Remembering Daddy

8.30pm on a hot and dusty April night. ” The food in your house is really bad; can’t be eaten” , he said, with a completely disgusted look. “Remind me tomorrow to take you out and help find you a … Continue reading

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Khushwant Singh

October 1991. We were spending two weeks in Kasauli in a bid to help my father recuperate post a nasty head injury. There was a very small market near our guest house and fresh supplies and milk used to come … Continue reading

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