banno, dhanno and teja in bumm-bumm-bhole-land

even a broken umbrella works, if it is red

Today the highway outside our windows is clear. I still don’t want to go out anywhere, and don’t need to, but I just breathe a little easier. First it was … Continue reading

October 9, 2013 · 15 Comments

you work to pay

At the signal, he swerved the rickshaw to the extreme left to avoid a pothole on the road. He then had to honk at the pedestrians standing on the left, … Continue reading

January 15, 2013 · 9 Comments

on making Urmila and Sheela smile

They walked up to the taxi at the signal. I was ready with my camera. I rolled down the window and said, “I’m going to take a photo of you.” … Continue reading

September 23, 2012 · 26 Comments

some more visitors

These days we have some other visitors at our windows, apart from mynahs, sparrows, crows, the hateful pigeons and the disdainful parrot. Their shouts are as cheerful and as incomprehensible. … Continue reading

March 30, 2011 · 10 Comments

the fussy parrot

We spent hours trying to entertain the parrot. But he/she/it continued to look at us disdainfully. After one exploratory round of the room and our books, it had settled itself … Continue reading

March 29, 2011 · 11 Comments

on acquiring a shooting permit for cst

A week. The cobwebs on the wall are not dusted away, but new ones grow on me. Electricity lines have changed their course, leaving their tracks behind, holes left by … Continue reading

February 5, 2011 · 13 Comments

afternoon goods

The goods compartment smells a little fishy. But that’s compensated for by the expanses of space available in comparison to the other compartments, and the breeze racing through the open … Continue reading

September 30, 2010 · 10 Comments

once upon a time in tokyo

Given my fascination with garbage, toilets, traffic and courtesy, it’s not surprising that even after 8 years, those are the things I remember my visit to Japan by. You won’t … Continue reading

August 6, 2010 · 18 Comments

getting away from the sky

The BEST bus turned sharply out of the Santa Cruz depot and blocked a tempo and the rickshaw I was in. The rickshaw backed a little, the tempo driver maneuvered … Continue reading

August 4, 2010 · 21 Comments

wrong place, wrong time

I did a series of short films on Mumbai for an internet channel in California, when internet movie uploading and watching was at an experimental stage, and so like a … Continue reading

November 10, 2008 · 23 Comments

a river left behind

I read this story at the Caferati meet yesterday. It’s a story that has been with me for a long time, and is one of my personal favourites. I’m still … Continue reading

October 19, 2008 · 13 Comments

their very own room

I read this story at the Caferati meet yesterday. Half way through, I found my hands trembling violently, and my eyes losing focus. It’s this fear of reading aloud to … Continue reading

April 13, 2008 · 16 Comments

your room

And then there was your room. The building was like any of the ghastly buildings that children draw at school, a rectangle with square holes. But no child could have … Continue reading

July 31, 2006 · 2 Comments


Razia Bi alias Sunita Jadhav alias Penny D’Souza was a shrewd woman. No one would guess it looking at her face. She was tiny, plain, her hair tied up in … Continue reading

July 14, 2005 · 5 Comments

the hour of the kites

“The parrots used to come here once”, she said. I can imagine that. Droves of parrot resting in the trees, and suddenly flying out into the sky, as if the … Continue reading

July 3, 2005 · Leave a comment

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