Tag Archives: memories

When Things Give You Comfort

Posted on May 17, 2020 by Archana

They say things don’t make good gifts. If you want to make someone happy, give them an experience. During the current Covid-19 quarantine, where I have been isolated from friends and family for more than 2 months now, I have … Continue reading →

Posted in City life, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

The White Topi

Posted on March 27, 2019 by Archana

The bicycle rode by, a middle-aged man astride. Or maybe he was slightly older than middle-aged. I couldn’t tell you because I was more focused on the white topi (cap) atop his head. Everything about him was as ordinary as … Continue reading →

Posted in City life, small town life | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Making Friends With Myself

Posted on December 16, 2018 by Archana

After almost a month’s hiatus, I returned to my yoga class this weekend. As I spread into my favourite warrior pose, I had a resounding feeling of coming home. My mind and spirit filled into the dusty, forgotten physical nooks … Continue reading →

Posted in City life, Fitness | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Homage to a gentle soul

Posted on June 27, 2018 by Archana

This blog is about life, in big and small ways. An undeniable part of life is when we lose our loved ones. Instead of looking at it as a loss, however, perhaps it is the way to remember them forever. … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | 1 Comment

People that know the ‘old’ you

Posted on April 15, 2018 by Archana

I spent this weekend with people that have known me from 30 years and earlier, if not more. My maternal aunt, who has known me since I was born, and took care of me every summer (I have written about … Continue reading →

Posted in Growing up global | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Antidote to an off-day

Posted on October 31, 2017 by Archana

Some days are just meant for saying “Thanks, Day,” and getting into bed. Once there, pick up a favourite book and read it again because it will take you down the same memory lane as the last time you read … Continue reading →

Posted in City life | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

When a song made me a kid again

Posted on July 5, 2015 by Archana

This morning, I was exploring Indian classical music on YouTube, and stumbled on Bhimsen Joshi’s Majhe maher pandhari. It’s one of his famous devotional songs, though I’m not personally familiar with it. As I listened to the circular rhythm of … Continue reading →

Posted in small town life | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Perfection of the present moment

Posted on February 1, 2015 by Archana

It’s Sunday, usually a low-key day for me because I can’t muster the emotional stamina to face Mumbai’s traffic. So, I’m mostly at home, wandering around the spaces in my memories – the long-vacated classrooms, childhood parks, cross-country drives, dark, … Continue reading →

Posted in Growing up global | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Humble spinach curry

Posted on July 17, 2014 by Archana

I tore a piece of chapati and dipped it into my bowl of spinach curry. The curry was unassuming, nothing to look at. Not like those thick, rich punjabi gravies that lustily titillate one’s senses and cause desires to ooze … Continue reading →

Posted in small town life | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

The villager in the town

Posted on December 19, 2013 by Archana

The fuschia pink turban sat loud and dignified, atop the elderly farmer’s head. I stepped out of the grocer’s brightly lit store, stocked with newfangled products, after exchanging a few words in Hindi with the proprietor while his wife mumbled … Continue reading →

Posted in small town life | Tagged , , | Leave a comment