Do you miss a window?
Why there are no such windows now? May be because there are no such walls.My both grandfather house have such windows. This space was not just to sit and view outside but to play , chat , eat and everything in between.
Family
Posts from the family category.
Can We Ever Escape the Identity We Inherit? — Am I a Dalit? by Vijhay Sundar K.G., read and reviewed
There are some questions that are asked because we don’t know the answer.And then there are questions we ask because we are afraid of what the answer might mean.Am I a Dalit? belongs to the second category.Vijhay Sundar K.G.’s novel begins in a world where caste is not an abstract idea discussed in textbooks. It is present in families, relationships, social behaviour, humiliation and the choices p...
The One With Dragon Warrior : Po Ping
As a podcaster I get asked by many celebs to be intereviewed. But this week we decided we ll reach out to our favourite (fictional) hero. And the choice was just one.Easy - Po Ping !!! The Dragon Warrior. The panda who eats too much and somehow keeps saving his village, and China.And since I've met him and had lovely chat about our lives, family, I decided to do the sensible thing — put two mics o...
When a Little Dinosaur Must Choose Between Fear and Courage — Sameer Gudhate Reviews The Brave Littl
A child’s first experience of courage is rarely dramatic. It is usually something much smaller: climbing a little higher, walking a little farther, trying something after being told not to, or facing a fear when there is no adult around to make the decision.That is the space Armaan Farid explores in The Brave Little Dinosaur Achoo.Achoo is bright, curious and mischievous. He loves running around, ...
Desire Never Left the Kitchen: How Laura Esquivel Rewrote the Rules of the Domestic Heroine
Those who know me are aware of my unhealthy obsession with anything Latin-American. I actively seek books, content, and movies emerging from that region. In fact, I started learning Spanish because I read an extremely passionate poem by Pablo Neruda in college and was, well, obsessed. Needless to say, my brain immediately associates passion with Spanish, and it isn’t without reason. After all, the...
The Universe listens!!
15th September 2018, a day before my birthday, my family hadn’t started celebrating Ganeshotsav yet in USA. My parents continue to manage from India after almost half a decade,I left my motherland. May be that guilt that day was overwhelming me and I had a moment I felt I stated the inevitable, having track record of miracles happening around me with the divine presence of Lord Ganesh. I was famou...
The Toughest Battles in Shadows & Goals Are Never Played on the Football Field — Sameer Gudhate Refl
Every football match ends with a scoreline. Life rarely does. We remember the trophy, the missed penalty, the winning goal, but the conversations that never happened, the sacrifices made quietly at home, and the fears carried long after the stadium empties never find their way onto the scoreboard. That is the territory Devendra Garware chooses to explore in Shadows & Goals. Football gives the stor...
Beyond the Therapy Room: Sameer Gudhate on Kareena Mehta’s Letters from Your Therapist: On Love and
Some books arrive with arguments. Others arrive with answers. Letters from Your Therapist: On Love and Loss arrives with something far less common: permission. Permission to admit that grief does not always follow bereavement, that love can exist alongside resentment, and that healing is often less dramatic than the stories we tell about it. In a culture where emotional endurance is frequently mis...
The Covenant of Water
Often, when you read fiction, you’re eager to finish the book. You want to see how everything comes together and what the climax will be. But once in a while, you come across a novel you don’t want to end. You get completely engrossed in the world the author has created. You become invested in the lives of the characters and wish you could keep reading about them.The Covenant of Water by Abraham V...
From My Window..
Last week, I recalled this scene from my childhood from the good old 90s.My friends and I used to play in a huge pile of fresh sand, meant for construction near my house. We got shovel lookalikes and built ‘‘sand houses’’ there. I don't think we had any idea of “sand castles” then, so we made houses. Also dens and tunnels. Evenings were busy playing in this sand patch. Nobody objected, nobody dist...
