Pootle list #28: 4 of 50 road-trips in India In July of this year, dusty and jaded, I went to my doctor, complaining of soul tiredness. She listened, with the right reverence, to my listless heartbeat, and intently peered at me over her bifocals. Drawing out her prescription pad, she wrote in beautiful calligraphy: Physically… Read More Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it
It was a day like any other, in Calcutta (or Kolkata, if you insist) last week. After one sugary confection too many, I put on my running shoes and sauntered down to the neighboring park. Dusk was settling in for the night, comfortably spreading her dark wings over the sky. Someone had lit a bonfire… Read More Slices of Old Calcutta and the Childhood Sky
Pretend Interviewer (PI): Wassup?! *looks confused* Who are you? What happened to EP? EP (me) *weeping copiously* it is she, it is me, it is I, it is EP! PI: Come now, whatever the tragedy, let us not forget our grammar. Why do you cry so? Here are some tissues. EP *wailing loudly* I put… Read More Let there be date palm jaggery ice-cream
Reporting out on the progress (or the lack of it) on the Pootle List through an imaginary conversation with the Pretend Interviewer (PI) and me (EP). PI: We heard you are quivering with excitement. What has caused all the hullabaloo in the guava orchard? EP: We are preparing for a Frozen theme party for my… Read More Celebrating Olaf, a Birthday, and Independence Day
The heat has draped itself like an oppressive and wet blanket over Kolkata, where I write this post from. Not a leaf stirs, except when the parrots visit the guava tree next door, screeching to draw attention that they have come to feast. I wonder what it is about this city – with its creaky… Read More And I shall have some peace there
I promise you shall fall in love.