My love affair with music has been a strange one. Until the age of 13, I didn’t know that I could sing because that was when my music teacher in school tested my voice and said that I could sing. And my reaction was “Really? No one in my family sings.” “Well, you do”. And…
Category: Personal essays
A place called home
Where is home, is a question which keeps popping up in my head time and again. They say that home is where the heart is, but if your heart is wandering then where is home? Home, for me, for the longest part of my growing up years was a small cosy city that I grew…
Red is my colour
Today as I sipped my morning tea and read the newspaper, the article that drew my attention was an article about a politician making a racist remark about the colour of the skin of people in the southern part of India. Why the colour of the skin must be a matter of discussion I have…
Borders
I have always been fascinated with borders, I mean a border between two countries. In my head, it was always something very dramatic. In my defence, I had heard a lot about Wagah border, the famous border between India and Pakistan which has a ceremony by the security forces which attracts a lot of tourists….
Do you see what I see?
Do you see what I see?… was the caption that came instantly to me, when I saw these three young student monks busy looking at the view through the binoculars. This was in Mandalay, where I had gone on top of a hill to get a panoramic view of the city. It was interesting to watch them…
My Crow Friend
I have been trying to click a picture of my crow friend for a very long time. But every time I pull out my camera and strategically point it at him, he starts jumping around. He plays a game with me and tries to test how good I am at capturing him. He hops from…
The mountains are calling…
Something has changed between yesterday and today. Had you asked me yesterday if I was a beach person or a mountain person, I would have said that I am a beach person, without blinking an eye. But today I can hear a strong call, a call from the mountains. I have grown up in a…
Loving and Losing
‘What happens to unreciprocated love?’, I asked him. As he was 20 years older than me and someone I looked up to, I was expecting an honest and wise answer. He looked deep into my eyes because it was a question out of nowhere, he was trying to gauge whether I was joking or really…
When the sun rises…
I have not been a morning person for the last ten years of my life. There are only two reasons why I will wake up early in the morning, one if I have an early morning shoot and two if I am travelling. Nothing else in the world has ever motivated me to wake up…
Words….
A few days ago, I finished reading the book ‘In Other Words’ by Jhumpa Lahiri. I loved the book simply because I completely share her sentiment regarding the magic of words. Something about it which has always appealed to me since childhood. I always loved writing, I could write endlessly about anything and everything. Sometimes…