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Today I formally complete a year in the active service of cats — a year that feels like a lifetime because, thanks to COVID-19, a better par...

There was a time when this blog was all that I had. Facebook was still hiding in the future, my books were still in the womb of my ambition....

In my memory — I just turned 49 — no year was as eagerly awaited as 2019. Elections come every five years and those five years usually pass...

My mother is now a memory. But memories of the August afternoon I cremated her in Banaras remain fresh. There are pictorial reminders, ...

On the night of 13 January 2001, I boarded the Tamil Nadu Express at New Delhi station, carrying a large suitcase and a bag. The suitcase ...

Today is Vijaya Dashami. Usually on this day, for the past few years, I’ve been taking the flight back to Chennai after spending Durga Puj...

It's drizzling this morning as I lie down by the window of my Chennai home to write this post. Some will call it a pleasant day; ...

I am mildly emotional about October 17 — I never seem to forget the date — because it was on this day in 2005 that I started this blog. Th...

Feeling a little emotional about Calcutta tonight, I sat down to put down my thoughts in writing but I am unable to because the radio is ...

Yesterday morning my publishers mailed me reviews of the Hindi translation of Chai, Chai appearing in three leading Hindi dailies —   Dai...

I often come across this quote, that life is like a book and those who do not travel read only one page. When you read those words alo...

Every January I fall in love with Chennai all over again. That’s when the sky is blue and the clouds are white, when the weather is at its...

About a couple of months ago I spent some time in Benares, where one day, while walking to the Manikarnika Ghat, I chanced upon the Pashup...