One of the things I have often complained about living in Amsterdam is the glaring lack of street food. As someone who has lived in Asia and the Middle East, the paucity of options on this front has been a … Continue reading Lunch at Indian Street Food & Co, Amstelveen
I remember the Ambassador rides from Bhubaneswar to CuttackYour tussar sari draped around your shoulderAt home you would read files, make notes“It is tough being a woman Secretary of Industries”You had endometriosis A fresh incision on an arterial veinNever did you take … Continue reading The Uterus Inheritance
Dearest Neenaji, Namaste. This is going to be a long letter. There is so much I feel about and for you that I have kept bottled up over the years, I am afraid it is going to shamelessly flow. Therefore, … Continue reading An Open Letter to Neenaji
I am in food heaven. With the amount of grub I have gluttonously devoured this afternoon, I don’t think I will be able to move till tomorrow. We have eaten a couple of times before at The Indian Kitchen, but … Continue reading A Private Lunch Party at The Indian Kitchen
Have the reviews and counter-reviews for PK died down? Because, in that case, now would be a good time to write down my thoughts about the movie. For starters: I did enjoy the film and here I will try to … Continue reading PK after thodi si peeke
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