The song draws to a close. We are a small group sitting, mostly cross legged, on the floor of a Tibetan Buddhist shrine room which somehow feels golden, with glorious, colourful Tibetan art on the walls and surrounded by statues … Read the rest
The penchant for witnessing a traditional ’bonedi-bari’Durga puja in recent years probably arises out of a desire to savour our cultural past, mingled with nostalgia. It is also a welcome departure from the maddening whorl of community pujas … Read the rest
She is an iconoclast, a trailblazer and a lot of things put together. She is also my mother.
Fifty years ago, when women in India were not as outgoing as they are today, Ma was zooming around in her Morris … Read the rest
Smile – and the world smiles with you. Grieve – and you grieve alone.
These had been the words I had somehow memorized in my childhood when I first went to school. It was a school run by Catholic nuns. … Read the rest
‘Everyone thinks that they have the best dog and none of them is wrong’
On one rainy day, the tiny tots of the family caught me unawares. “Do tell us a story please…..!”
Oh sure, let me start. Once upon … Read the rest
Call it a woman’s intuition, but for a week I had been fearful that something was about to happen. I spoke about my apprehensions to Alex, my husband, even suggesting that we should prepare to leave. He dismissed my fears … Read the rest
I have always been proud to be my Baba’s daughter. I do not have his outstanding intellect or his ability to burn the midnight oil, but I did inherit his love for learning.
Baba, Debabrata Mallick, came from an indigent … Read the rest
In 1946, a year before the Partition and Independence of India, I was a young seven year old girl living in Calcutta with my family. My father, a historian, Dr. Makhan Lal Roy Choudhury, had recently returned from a lecture … Read the rest