Monthly Archives: November 2013

Watch out for the fierce lady

Posted on November 30, 2013 by Archana

I looked out the window, and that’s when I saw her. Decked in a sleeveless floral-printed salwar kameez, her dupatta tied purposefully around her waist, she strode. She didn’t just walk, she strode, and fiercely at that. Taking long steps, … Continue reading →

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Farmer’s market, Aurangabad style

Posted on November 27, 2013 by Archana

Aurangabad has a farmer’s market, I’ve discovered. And it is as delightfully earthy as its produce. Truth be told, when my cousin told me about a fresh vegetable market that sprouts up in the neighborhood every Monday, I was not … Continue reading →

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Moving to a small town, by choice

Posted on November 25, 2013 by Archana

I’m a big city girl- Boston, New York,Toronto, Singapore, Manila, New Delhi, Mumbai, and Colombo have been my play pens, as a toddler through to adulthood. A week ago, I moved to a small town, Aurangabad. By choice. A lot … Continue reading →

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Walmart in Aurangabad

Posted on November 23, 2013 by Archana

Walmart has arrived in Aurangabad. It’s called EasyDay here, because of the foreign investment laws in India that require Walmart to partner with a local player. I guess having a new identity is also part of the deal. I’m not … Continue reading →

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Ebb and flow

Posted on November 23, 2013 by Archana

Every flow has an ebb. The ebb feeds the next flow. And that’s how it goes on. I see the water in a surged wave pull back, creating space. The fury and noise abate, giving way to a point of … Continue reading →

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Arriving in Aurangabad

Posted on November 20, 2013 by Archana

In the crisp dawn of Sunday, 17 November, I arrived in Aurangabad. My designated new hometown, it is a small, dusty town about 400-odd kilometers from Mumbai. I stepped off the bus, and looked around me. The town was still … Continue reading →

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Marigold light

Posted on November 3, 2013 by Archana

It is Diwali, and the marigolds spill out of the sellers’ baskets happily. Bright orange marigolds intermingle with fresh white and delightful yellow ones, sending out a cheerful greeting to passersby, like me: “it’s Diwali, the Festival of Lights, when … Continue reading →

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