I belong to the generation that saw in its youth the superstar Rajesh Khanna fade into oblivion and Amitabh Bacchan emerge as the angry young man of the silver screen. As a teenager, Continue reading “Hang over of the past”
On being a mother of sons
“Chill mom,” is the phrase I get to hear often. Continue reading “On being a mother of sons”
That fateful night of December 3
I was in class nine and my brother, who is younger to me by exactly a year, was in the eighth standard. We lived in the city but our school, Kendriya Vidyalaya, was at the farthest end of Jalandhar cantonment. Normally, we commuted by the school bus Continue reading “That fateful night of December 3”
That reverence in the eyes….
While I was leaving for my evening walk, a phone call from a student left me completely baffled. “Ma’am, will you be coming to the college tomorrow?” I was taken aback by this strange query. “Why not? Is it a holiday tomorrow?” was my instant reaction. Pat came the reply, “Ma’am, it’s your birthday.” Continue reading “That reverence in the eyes….”
An Unceremonious Pack-up
I am not talking about a pack-up announced by a director after a film shooting. It’s about a virtual ‘pack-up’ declared by a doctor in a dental clinic. Continue reading “An Unceremonious Pack-up”
