Aloo Ka Meetha

Some beginnings do not announce themselves. They do not arrive with music. They do not come with dramatic signs. They enter quietly, through an ordinary afternoon, a familiar home, a simple conversation, or a dish served with care. For us, one such beginning came with...

Trilok, Tu Bach Gaya

There was a guava tree in front of our house in Nahan. It was not a very big thing in the world, but in childhood, such things become kingdoms. A tree becomes a secret place. A fruit becomes a prize. A small mischief becomes a story that waits quietly for years before...