Miss Frangipani

8 Ways to Draw an Elephant (Tara Books)

Two of my resolutions this year were to draw more and to review more children’s books on this blog. I was so pleased then, to be able to experiment with the absolutely lovely¬†‘8 Ways to Draw an Elephant’ by Paola Ferrarotti (@pferrarotti). This beautiful 16-page book is also called a “coloring book”, but to me […]

Once upon a chole bhature

I wrote this little essay¬†for Roads and Kingdoms. When I pitched the idea, it was going to be all about the food and the flavour and crackle of the sizzling pattice on the tava. Midway through writing it, though, memories of my dad crept in, and I remembered how much food meant to him and […]

Short reviews: January #100bookpact

As part of the ambitious #100bookpact, I’m reading with intention. I’m reading fiction and memoir, poetry and cookbooks. I’m looking over a teetering tbr pile and smiling gleefully to myself. I’m not intimidated by the goal at all. It will be nice to reach it, but I won’t beat myself over not reaching that arbitrary […]

#100bookpact

#100bookpact

I’ve always been a dedicated New Year Resolution Maker. I love my ‘Word for the Year’, my list of goals and to-dos. The internet has added another whopper now, making me promise things I might not be able to do. Still, life is all about trying, so watch out for two things: The #100bookpact is […]

It’s Christmas time in the city

It’s siesta time on Christmas Day. The family is sleeping away the stuffed chicken and the (awesome) Duty Free bottle of Port wine. M is playing quietly with his new toys. Actually, he is playing quietly with the box – the package is as interesting to him as the toy itself. I’m spending Christmas afternoon […]

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This has probably been the longest that I have gone without updating this blog. Somewhere along the line, this space lost its identity. When I began blogging over a decade ago in 2004, the medium was full of promise. It was a safe space for observations and commentary on Bombay, my city. Then it became […]

The drug of solitude

In India, the academic year begins in June. After two months of summer, where yellow mangoes and the humidity consumed our waking hours, the kids are back in school. M is now in first grade, his first year in big-boy school. This first week has gone by pretty uneventfully. There were the expected tears on […]