All in a Flash Flood
It’s August 2010 and I’m in a village called Domkhar Barma half way up the Domkhar Valley, western Ladakh. The ...
Jenny wants to Sing
The song draws to a close. We are a small group sitting, mostly cross legged, on the floor of a ...
Bakshi Barir Pujo: An Old Custom and its Storied History
The penchant for witnessing a traditional ’bonedi-bari’An aristocratic home, associated with traditionally refined landowning familiesDurga pujaThe autumnal festival dedicated to ...
Love, Loss and Objects from the Past
Smile - and the world smiles with you. Grieve - and you grieve alone. These had been the words I had ...
The Mere Tale of an Er….
'Everyone thinks that they have the best dog and none of them is wrong' On one rainy day, the tiny ...
Fight, My Beloved Country
Call it a woman’s intuition, but for a week I had been fearful that something was about to happen. I ...
My life with Baba
I have always been proud to be my Baba’s daughter. I do not have his outstanding intellect or his ability ...
The Tragedy of the Roy Choudhurys
In 1946, a year before the Partition and Independence of India, I was a young seven year old girl living ...
Crossing the World’s Most Dramatic Border
It's the world's most dramatic border. A nation cruelly divided as the British quit the subcontinent in 1947. Portraits of ...
Of festive feastings, not fastings
My earliest memory of Dashami (the last day of the Durga Puja festivities) is sitting on the terrace under the ...
Bijoya: Sadness and Longing
“I will return here once more, by the bank of Dhansiri, to this Bengal” Jibananda Das ...
Haunting Memories
When I joined Bird & Co. in 1960, there were 8 jute mills under its control. One of the mills, ...