“Didi, your tea is getting cold…the weather is turning nippy here,” Sunaina gently nudged Hemlata out of her reverie. “Yes Nain, I’m just having it,”…

April 2004 The square envelope lay on the carved rosewood peg table, conspicuous by its stark white look, broken only by the carefully inscribed name in…

It’s April – Ma would have loved it here now. Sitting in my modest balcony, I get a stunning view of the majestic Dhauladhar ranges,…

1536, Chittor, Mewar   The long, canopied balconies in the Rana Kumbha Palace came alive every afternoon with the pitter-patter of little feet, the euphonic tinkling…

The burnt gold swan sitting on the mantelpiece, gleamed in the bright sun rays streaming inside the spacious living room and proudly displayed the name,…