Posts from the family category.
Meera sat in the seat next to the porthole through which she could look outside the rocket. Everything was grey. The body of the rocket was grey, the back of the seat on which the entertainment display was mounted was grey, the body of the rocket was grey, and the Moon ahead was grey. She was also not entirely certain what she was going to do once she was on the Moon. She just knew she wanted to g...
Told my husband to prepare jira rice as I was still on my way to home. The universe just agreed with it!
I remember the first time I curled up beside my grandmother on a chilly winter evening, the aroma of simmering kahwa filling the room, as she spun tales that danced between the real and the magical. There was always a hush in the air, punctuated by the crackle of the fireplace and the occasional shiver of delight or fear. Opening Dadi, Dantkatha and the Djinns by Avanti Sopory felt like stepping b...
Sameer Gudhate Presents the Book Review of Mother Mary Comes to Me by Arundhati RoyI remember the exact moment I discovered The God of Small Things — the air sticky with monsoon humidity, the smell of old paper, the faint clatter of a train in the distance — and how the world Roy created felt impossibly alive in my hands. Until then, the Booker Prize was just a shiny emblem, a distant flag waving ...
‘Mother Mary Comes to Me’ by Arundhati Roy is one impressive memoir. An honest one, a crazy brutally honest one - about a girl (Arundhati Roy) who has spent her life watching her mother (Mary Roy). Observing her. Loving her. Not hating her. Wanting to leave her. Failing to leave her. It’s all here - every emotion rolled into one 300 pages book….Checkout this week’s book review - https://jaeeblogsc...
Some stories feel like echoes of your grandparents’ voices — warm, worn by time, and yet carrying the pulse of youth. Rising from the Roots is one such tale. It’s not just a book; it’s a living bridge between generations, where dreams meet dirt, failure meets faith, and legacy is built not by luck, but by labour.What caught my eye first wasn’t just the premise — three generations, three battles, o...
A few days ago, I wrote an article about Goddess Kali- about the divine energy women embody, the roles we play, and the constant struggles we face. I spoke of how women should be respected in very form, not just revered as goddesses in temples, but as human beings who deserves kindness, love and dignity.But what happened to me last night shook me to my core and made me question everything I though...
Every year, as the first beats of dhol echo through the streets and the air fills with the colors on celebration, Navratri arrives- not just as a festival, but as a gentle reminder of something deeply powerful: the strength of being a woman.Navratri, with its nine nights honoring the nine forms of Goddess Durga, is more than just a ritual. For many women, it mirrors the nine lives they live every ...
Last night, I found myself grinning at a plate of hot chapatis on the dinner table, and I’ll tell you why. I had just finished Tales Between Tastes by Karan Puri, and suddenly even that humble chapati looked like it might be plotting an adventure of its own. That’s the sort of mischief this book leaves you with — it sneaks into your everyday and makes the ordinary shimmer with possibility.Puri, wh...
Have you ever paused mid-read and wondered — what would I do in their place? That was me, more than once, while reading The Mother I Never Knew by Sudha Murty. Known for her simple storytelling and deep cultural insight, Sudha Murty doesn’t just tell stories — she passes on lived wisdom. Her stories have this uncanny way of making you look inward while your eyes are still on the page.Having read h...
