a memoir of etchings and wanderings
The first vivid memory that most of us probably have is time with our parents. And hence, in theme with today’s topic I am also able to write about two wonderful people that I have been blessed to be able to call my mother and father. 1983. Then. 2013. Now. On the 29th of June, 1983 they were married in a quiet ceremony in Calcutta. I have been a part … Continue reading “June 29 | Three Decades” →
Today is Mahalaya. The invoking of life in the idol of Goddess Durga. The beginning of what will be an entire week, followed by a hangover of a month of festivities. Today is the one day when almost everyone is awake at the break of dawn. Probably the only day when the people of Bengal tune into AIR to listen to Mahisashur Mardini by Birendra Krishna Bhadra and quietly hum … Continue reading “Almost Pujo” →
One uptight Bengali joint family. One mad Punjabi house of ‘Pinky Phulka Lao’. One very controversial, yet consensual wedding. Twenty-nine years of wedded bless. She grooves to Daler Mehndi. He worships W.A.Mozart. He does the dishes. She cooks like a wonder. She preserves. He disposes. Both love unconditionally. Through their differences, they have grown stronger. Happy twenty-ninth, Ma-Baba. No child could wish for more. June 29, 1983 | Calcutta June 29, … Continue reading “29 on 29” →