The Business of Fish
Among my earliest childhood memories is a shot of thrill up my spine on hearing a certain raspy, faraway voice calling “Paaplet! Kolmi! Bombil-waleeeaaay!”
Dilnavaz Bamboat
Motherhood Above All?
Amidst all the chatter and marketing gimmicks that make up Mother’s Day celebrations, I came across a quote by Ralph Lauren, which said, “My wife Ricky has
A Vulnerable World
Two years ago, aboard a Eurostar train to Paris, I spent a two-hour journey reading a collection of essays called Love, Inshallah. The book was a pioneering eff
The Non-Redundant Indian
As a keen follower of Indian politics and the upcoming national elections, and someone who is very active on social media year-round, I have lately been confron
Daddy’s Not-So-Little Girl
One of my strongest memories of childhood is from age 9, where, propping my eyes open with thumbs and forefingers, I willed myself not to doze as I waited behin
Rain, Again
Three and a half decades ago, on a late July night in Bombay, the rain came clattering down on the red-tiled roof of the Parsi General Hospital. Just a few hour
Standing Left of the Right
The institution of marriage resembles a lock with multiple combination codes. Different permutations can be applied to different generations and societies. Amon
September Blues
On a crisp September morning, a dozen years ago, I emerged into the sunshine feeling happy and ravenous. Having finished an intense summer at Syracuse Universit
The Lone Traveler
Two years ago, while living in India, I decided to change my life a little and take a trip to England. Alone. To put all disclaimers in their rightful place, I
Viewing Feminism from a Place of Strength
Recently, I had a conversation with a fellow writer who categorically stated she wasn’t a feminist. Intrigued, I asked her why she took that stand. Her reply
Embracing Freedom
I opened my eyes and sat up in bed. It was the darkest, quietest time of night and my spouse lay deep in slumber beside me. Theoretically speaking, it wasn’t
