Much Ado About A Mango

Much Ado About A Mango

Much about a Mango My friend bought a giant mango from Berkeley Bowl and gave it to me. I squeezed it to see if it was  ripe; the way I saw my mother test them when the fruit seller came to the door of our flat in Mumbai many years ago. The mango felt soft to the...
Seeing Differently

Seeing Differently

A few weeks back I was strolling the cosmetic aisle at Longs drugstore looking for eye makeup remover. As my eyes searched the shelves, I saw Revlon hypoallergenic eyeliner, Maybelline mascara for extra long eye lashes, eye color pencils in royal blue, smoky green and...
Remembering India’s First Woman Photojournalist

Remembering India’s First Woman Photojournalist

In today’s world with selfies and instagrams, where everyone is snapping pictures on their iPhones, it was illuminating to see the black and white photos of Homai Vyarawalla, belonging to another era when photography was black and white, and cameras were bulky and...
Statue Man

Statue Man

My mother is dead and my father and I are in Madras. We are staying in my father’s brother’s house, trying to recuperate, if one can ever recuperate from the loss of a mother or a wife. My uncle and aunt are doing everything they can to make us feel comfortable, but I...
Street Seasonings

Street Seasonings

As a kid of three or four, going to Casa Montessori in Bombay (now Mumbai), I would come home in the afternoon and wait eagerly for my lunch, which had to include tomato soup. This soup differed from the thick creamy tomato soup that I relished in my later years. The...